BUNMILOFE'S MUSINGS

Barrister Solomon Dalung is the honourable minister of sports. But that is not his claim to fame.  He became a household name when he decided to re-christen our beloved nation United States of Nigeria as opposed to the Federal Republic of Nigeria we have all come to accept and love. Perhaps he was attempting to send a ‘let’s unite’ message to the different states in the federation, who knows? But this post is not even about the US of N, that is water under the bridge. On our drive to work this morning, uncle bae and I could not help laughing out loud when @Jimidisu commented on the capabilities of Dalung as an honourable minister of the federation. Among other factors, uncle Jimi was concerned about Dalung’s dressing, completely convinced that no one will take Dalung serious as long as he keeps dressing like that. True or False? I decided to find out, and it seems like Uncle Dalung actually has a unique sense of style- his beret and conductor (as my father likes to call that shor

How did we even come about a day for celebrating jollof rice? Did some extremely busy diplomats ever hold a meeting to discuss the importance of this meal and separate a day unto it? Perhaps its influence in West AFrican unity and inter-country relations. Everyone knows I am a huge jollof fan though, so I have no complaints. Just wondering. For me, jollof rice is a ready reminder that the race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, time and chance happens to them all. I mean, picture fried rice and all the preparation that goes into it. It costs more to prepare and is sometimes reserved for special occasions. Jollof on the other hand is easily accessible. People do not have to think twice before making it and it requires only the basics. Yet, it enjoys widespread acceptance, unwavering loyalty and total love from all and sundry. I know lots of people who do not particularly appreciate fried rice, but i have hardly met anyone who will turn down a plate of jollof. That j

Hello people, It's been a while. August has been so full. I have been so busy, especially in my brain, just going through the motions ticking off items on my to-do list. It has not been gloomy though, just busy. I missed two weddings I so looked forward to attending but my parents visited and I had a great time retreating at the couple's clinic (watch out for a post on this). I have also had the privilege of housing my pretty sister who is the subject of this post. You see, she just recently clocked sixteen. And it is amazing to watch her live her sixteen year old life. Her topmost worries fluctuate between 'Post Jamb screening', 'data for Whatsapp', 'something mummy said', the songs her friends like and all these boys who won't leave her alone. She is forming philosophies and picking out nicknames, trying to decide what her style is and pursue her passions. I like that she is purposeful and passionate, interested in making money as much as

Danfo Chronicles- First time ever! Can you believe it? It actually happened to me! Me, a certified danfo huger, propagator of danfo manners, authour of danfo chronicles. I never imagined it could happen to me. I mean, not after all these years in Lagos. When I was a fresher in the herculean task of travelling around Lagos perhaps, but not now. I could have given a speech on danfo comportment, delivered a piece on surviving Lagos busses or even my own tiny e-book titled; '5 tricks Lagos conductors do not want you to know' / 'managing your emotions to collect your change' or better still 'No conductor can swindle you'. Well, ladies and gentle men, it happened to me yesterday. I forgot my 'change' with the bus driver, a whooping sum of 200 Naira. I still cannot believe it, but it happened to me. So this morning, as a sharp 'geh', I walked to my usual bus terminal with a determination to demand my money.  I did, I found the man and requested fo

Almost everyone in my inner circle knows I would rather not be living where I live. I easily blame 60% of the stress triggers in my life on the fact that I live there. When I ask my friends over, I use words like ‘when are you coming to Cameroon to see me’, even though I actually live in Lagos. My house itself is comfortable and beautiful, if only I could carry it to some other part of Lagos. I tell anyone that is willing to listen how living where I live is not a smart choice if you don’t run your own business or have absolute control over your time. The traffic is unending, the roads are narrow and when it rains, it’s time to wade. Blah, blah, blah I go on. The only good thing I see about living in that area is the amazing man with whom I live there. Then this morning, I sat in the same bus with a colleague from work. Hardly a colleague as I do not even know his name, never had any work relation with him. I just know we work for the same firm and might have said ‘hi’ at the lunc

Picture This is a new column I am introducing to the blog. It's an hypothetical situation, a depiction of my imaginations. More often than not, these events did not occur. Once in a while, when I encounter something really amazing, it could feature here too. Read with a light heart, it's not a serious something. Car Chase They are attention grabbers, any day- all four of them, good looking and happy, chatting away. Locating their car in the parking lot, they file in one after the other and zoom off into the busy street. Anyone peeping into the car would have seen them laughing, talking and bobbing their heads to the music from the car CD player. It’s a lazy evening and the ladies bask in each other’s company. It’s on 3rd mainland bridge that Kemi, seated by the driver notices the car to their right, occupied by a guy and his friend, driving steadily alongside them. There's a bit of traffic, allowing the guys feast on the beautiful sight the girls make. They

Do you know there's a tea for everything? You are shocked right, I was too when I discovered.  If everyone was like me, the tea industry will be non existent. When people ask me, do you drink tea? I smile and nod, 'green tea' I say before you ask the mandatory 'what kind of tea' question. What I often neglect to say is that I drink so much green tea that I only buy one pack every three months. Pack here does not mean carton, it means pack. So the other day, I bounced into Blenco, made my way to the tea session wanting to just pick my green tea and get out. But the shelf would not let me. I was awe struck by the sheer number of tea types there are. Bright eyes tea, smoother skin tea, arthritis tea, man& woman love tea, sharper mind tea, muscle tea, longer hair tea. Name it, there is a tea for it. Got me wondering, are these teas actually effective or is the tea market under the spot light for 'scam of the year'? I mean, if muscle building tea