BUNMILOFE'S MUSINGS

Is it just me or did the sallah break come at the best of times?  Amidst the deliverables of work and everyday living, my biggest concern over the last two weeks had been the impending resumption. It's not that my children are resuming school, neither am I a teacher or anything of the sort. I am just a Lagos dweller shivering in anticipation of the post-resumption traffic that hits Lagos like a wave. The frenzy is so thick it can be touched. Parents and school busses competing to get sleep-ridden children to school before the day even breaks. Horns blaring, words flying, everyone rushing, no one succumbing. And you can hardly blame them, sleep deprived people who left their houses before the cock could crow only to get caught in the same traffic they were trying to beat, exasperating. Totally exasperating. Hence, for me, the holiday felt like a good transition into the hustle and bustle of traffic season. Two days of quality sleep and a Wednesday to start the week, no b

For a long time, Classic powder has comfortably occupied the space allocated to powder in my head. Every time it breaks (which is practically every month), I walk into a supermarket and pick up  another one. I never consider other options or see reason to change. No, I was faithful to classic. Until recently. Staring at my face in the office restroom mirror at 5:00 pm one day, I asked myself ' who would imagine  I wore powder this morning '. Just like that, my commitment to Classic evaporated, quickly replaced with a desire for a new powder. My make up artist (who has made me up the two times I ever desired proper make up in my entire life) told me a number of times that Milani would be perfect for my face. I believed him, I still do. Only that Rita Dominic looks so flawless in the Zaron billboard at the foot of third mainland bridge. No lines, no smears, no colours- such flawless beauty makes me want to look like that  everyday. It somehow never registered in my head that

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

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