BUNMILOFE'S MUSINGS

I have a love-hate relationship with tricycles. Also called kekes, I am yet to make up my mind as to how I feel about those things. They appear to be safer and more comfortable than bikes (okadas) but they are not anywhere near cars. After several experiments, I still cannot decide, is the backseat more comfortable than the half-seat by the driver in front? First, one would think the back is more comfortable till you have to sit between two people blessed with an ample size. Even when your seat partners are moderately sized, the shifting and dressing you have to do when one person has to get down is mighty uncomfortable. Particularly because, unlike in a car, you can not pick a safe corner by the door (or opening, since there are no windows). While you are busy getting comfortable, somebody will hop in beside you, suddenly commanding you to dress . The keke opens both ways so you cannot complain. At such times, the front appears to be better. At least, you will maintain the same

It's my baby sister's valedictory service in a few weeks and all the preparation is taking me way back, sending me on a trip down memory lane. I remember the days when my most paramount concern was how to make my hair grow long enough to weave for valedictory service. I remember the consultations with my friends about what each person should wear and the ensuing arguments with my mum about the definition of 'decent'. I can't believe it's been so long already. Where did all the time go? How did I go from worrying about my Biology result to worrying about house rent? I remember hanging out with my friends, counting the days to the release of our jamb results. Hanging out was basically playing games in Oyinkan's house, watching movies in Bolu's house or pretending to be singers at Tomiini's house. All those Saturdays Deola, Lolade, Moyo and I spent looking for okada on the streets of Ibara GRA talking about boys, teens church, Nora Roberts  and the la

The terrifying picture of how unbearable in-laws can be does not wait for you to marry. It manifests in your neighbour’s house, reaffirms its existence in the gist your mother and her friends share. And if you need any confirmation, Nollywood will gladly do the honours. The result is that long before we say ‘I do’, we have already mapped out strategies to say ‘I don’t’ to our in-laws, especially the mother-in-law.   However, this is merely a single story, unfair in its one sided representation. Adjusting to your in-laws is mega work and many husbands have been forced to choose between their sweet mother and the love of their lives, but are these feuds really necessary? Perhaps there is a different perspective from which we can consider these issues. First, I don’t understand why the wife and mother have to compete for the man’s heart. In my opinion, both represent different kinds of love and should have separate places in your heart. One is your beginning; the other is your

Good morning people, it's Tuesday already! Before we know it, it will be Friday. Now is the time to make this week count. I realised its been a while since I last brought you gist from my rendezvous with Lagos danfo busses and the associated drama. So I thought I'd serve you a fresh episode this bright Tuesday morning. I had just one plan for my ride to work this morning- sleep. I was going to get in a bus, get as comfortable as possible and snooze all the way to Falomo. And the plan was working out well. My position wasn't so bad, I could even recline without hurting my back. My legs were not complaining and my bag was firmly trapped on my laps. I closed my eyes, grateful for the moment and snoozed away.  For about five minutes.  Five minutes is all I got before the woman seated to my left decided the driver couldn't drive in peace. She wanted him on the fastest lane at all times and was ready to show him the way as a certified lane detector. The drive

While Game of Thrones people continue to assault us with chronicles of their favourite series and Captain America people queue up on Netflix to download the movie, lovers of indigenous Yoruba movies now have an option suitable for them. A YouTube channel where you can watch and download latest Yoruba movies for free- Yorubaflix! Curl up with your laptop or download that movie to watch on your bigscreen, Yorubaflix is here for you. Check it out  here  and share your thoughts in the comment box. This is made in Nigeria by a Nigerian to further the Nigerian Movie industry. Do you think it's a good idea? What kind of movies would you like to see on Yorubaflix? Express your opinion in the comment box. Not a Yollywood fan, its ok. There is something for you  here . For those of us who enjoy watching Nigerian movies in the cinema, you can check out movie trailers  here  to help you make the best movie choice. What more can you ask for, get your flix on, Nollywood style

Trying to keep up with foreign policies and international politics(as I have dreams of being a big international investor soon), I researched into Brexit, considering the different sides to the story, the different schools of thoughts and all what not. I found a lot of interesting opinions but this conversation in the comment section of an article got me the most. Like seriously, what an analogy. Imagine calling a meeting of everyone you know or doing a press conference or open letter, announcing to them that you are no longer with your spouse and if they want to retain links with you, they must cut ties with them also. Too funny! On a lighter note though, imagine Brexit was Nigexit. Naija twitter-sphere would have exploded, memes everywhere. What about the blogs? Aunty Linda would probably make enough money to buy another mansion, this time in Wuse 2. Aunty Bella with all her informed 'commenters' would  have a filled day too, the comments will never end. Zikoko w

You know that feeling when you have been hoping for something, looking forward to it and praying for it, then gbam, heaven sends you a smile and it happens. You feel on top of the world, certain that nothing can get in your way, the world looks good to you. For a few days, then you get used to that thing and want something new. Why are we like that? Why is our satisfaction threshold so limited. I remember the times I prayed for the things I have now, but amazingly, I sometimes catch myself complaining. Oh, this job is great but if only I didn't have to get up so early. Oh I love my husband but why does he have to watch so much football. Whoa, this car is the bomb, but it does not have a Bluetooth voice enhancer. Buts, buts, more buts. We always have buts. I do not totally think buts are terrible as I am a firm believer in the school of thought that you need a certain degree of dissatisfaction with your current situation to desire something better. And since no matter how g