Tuesday, 25 December 2012


My heart screams a big thank you to all those who have been reading my blog since I started it. I love you guys so much and I am grateful for your support, emails, kind words, criticisms and above all, your prayers. God bless you.

As you celebrate Christmas today may the joy of this season never depart from your home. I pray that everyday will feel like Christmas in your home.

While you grab your forks, knives and spoons to dissect your juicy piece of chicken, pause for a minute and remember the family down the street or at the gate of your estate. Do they have food to eat? Please, send them a plate and let them know that you care. Let them have a feel of what Christmas is like with a nice, warm meal. A plate of rice and a bottle of coke can make a difference in somebody’s life.

Have a very Merry Christmas and a happy new year in advance! I love you all from the depth of my heart!

Like Santa will say HO! HO! HO! Merry Christmas!!

Monday, 24 December 2012


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Its an early Christmas gift from Daniel DaBishop Ademinokan to us all.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

I would have celebrated

As most of you already know Yinka Lawanson a.k.a Lamboghinny and I, were made NDLEA (National Drug Law Enforcement Agency) ambassadors on the 10th of December 2012 at the national headquarters. It was such a humbling experience for me as I began to appreciate the amount of work that this agency has put in, despite the challenges they have been facing. From what I saw there, it was obvious that they were under staffed and underfunded. This really hurt me because when I was walking in I saw loads of pictures of members of their staff who had died in the course of their drug busts. It is indeed a risky job and a sensitive agency.

I was honored because this is the first time in history for the agency to accept this kind of partnership, but at the same time I was hoping and praying that in the one year duration we have been given, we can make the kind of impact that is expected of us. The work is plenty but I believe that with God on our side and with dedication plus your prayers and support, we can help save the lives of future generation.

I was going to celebrate this as soon as I got back to Abuja but that excitement was shaky because of the report and the pictures I got the following day. It was a story on an artist known as Tiwa Banks, who was badly beaten by her landlords son and was cut by him with broken bottles. The pictures were so heart wrenching that I immediately started making enquiries.

I am sick and tired of the violation of the rights of women and young girls in this country.
I am sick and tired of the fact that the so called human rights activists run away from issues concerning the Nigerian woman.
I am sick and tired of the fact that a lot of these stories are being swept under the carpet.
I am sick and tired of the fact that this is happening everyday and increasing in number because there is no justice.
I am sick and tired of worrying about my mum, sisters, daughters and friends because anything can happen to them at anytime and no one will speak up for them because it did not affect them directly.
I am sick and tired of begging and asking my fellow women and artists who have voices to speak up but most times, they turn around and laugh at me.
I am sick and tired of the fact that apart from people like Wierd MC, Kate Henshaw, Funke kuti, Madam Saint Matthew Daniels, Dorothy Njemanze, Josephine Effah chukwumah and some radio presenters; other prominent women act like they don't care.
I am sick and tired of the fact that we have female commissioners, ministers, church leaders, celebrities, lawyers, activists and yet it seems like nothing is being done about it.
I am sick and tired of the fact that reports are made and the country seems to move only when something happens to the family member of a prominent and rich person.

I just read a Report from Kenya where a man killed his wife, ate her liver and Forced their three year old to drink her blood. The story is available in reject online.
Nigeria is already at that point so if you are still living in denial thinking that it can never happen here, then please enjoy the pictures you will see soon.
Most of the people who commit these crimes were not born as monsters, eighty percent of the time they are induced by drugs which makes them act without feelings.
I am very worried about this generation and where we are heading to, especially because we live in a country where Nobody cares about the security and safety of the women, but when the time for election comes we will all be expected to campaign and vote for them to come into power.

Wow! Isn't that funny?

 As I celebrate this great partnership with NDLEA I am also pleading that we all stand up and fight against this violence, it sounds like a minor issue to people because it is not in their face.
Send me emails please and let me have your contributions, suggestions and advice as regards methods we can employ to make our voices heard.

Women cannot continue to be butchered and destroyed, we cannot continue to beg for protection in our own country, We cannot continue to look over our shoulders when we come out of our houses, we cannot continue to live in fear, we cannot continue to be silenced when we want to speak out, we cannot continue to die like chickens everyday, I refuse and so should you.

Quote: Empower a woman and you have fed a nation.

Monday, 3 December 2012


I sat in my bedroom the whole of Sunday the 2nd of December feeling very funny and low. After asking myself what the trigger was, I remembered that I always get like that a day to the 3rd of December every year for the past 8 years.

I had the opportunity and rare privilege of being the wife and partner of the most wonderful, loving, industrious, God fearing and kind man. Life could not have been better than that because I was living every woman’s dream.

The best of everything was at my disposal whether I lifted a finger to work or not. We had our ups and downs as usual but making up and resolving our issues, was magical. I was blessed with the best husband and father and his name is JAIYE ABODERIN. He was the love of my life and the one who did everything humanly possible to protect his family. Even in the face of all sorts of problems, all sorts of accusations, all sorts of misconceptions, he was one who understood the true meaning of for better or worse.

Jaiye passed away on the 3rd of December 2004 at a time our dreams and projects were about to kick off. I was 26 with two lovely children and eight thousand naira in my account. Let me not sound like a broken record because I have told this story several times.

The one thing I would like to say is that, his life taught me unconditional love and his death taught me kindness. I am grateful that I had the opportunity to share his air, his thoughts, dreams, hopes, love, friendship and much more.

I have since discovered that if a marriage is not based on trust and friendship but most importantly, the love of God, then I am sorry it will never stand the test of time. I have been there and I know how things can fail right before your eyes without those elements.

So, today I celebrate a man of the people,

 I celebrate a man who stood by his family through thick and thin,

I celebrate a man who touched and saved lives,

 I celebrate a man who was a hero to all who knew him,

 I celebrate a man who was a father to all who knew him,

 I celebrate a man who loved unconditionally,

 I celebrate a man who believed in sharing and caring,

 I celebrate a man who put a smile on people’s faces,

 I celebrate a man who was so full of life,

 I celebrate a man who brought people together and created friendships even in death,

 I celebrate a man who was a bigger star in his own right than most of us,

I celebrate a man who celebrated people without holding back

and I celebrate a man who will always be celebrated.

Rest in peace OBIM, the girls will always remember you and pray for your soul to rest in God’s arms. You will always be in my heart and the love I have for you will never ever die.

It has been eight years but it feels like only yesterday. Instead of crying I choose to celebrate you.

To those of you reading this, remember to give God glory for the life well spent no matter how short. He was a very happy man who hated gloomy faces. As you remember him please wear a smile and pray to God. He will love that very much.

God bless you all, now and always.

A QUOTE I GOT FROM JAIYE: No matter how many times you fall, as long as you are alive, you still have a chance to get up and try again.