The Royal Wedding 😻: My Thoughts & What Changes?

People are talking about the β€œbeginning of change”. What change?


Since my faithful Suits days, I’ve been a fan of Rachel Zane and Meghan Markle. Since I first saw Prince Harry’s charming smile, and his full ginger head in comparison to brother William’s *coughs* balding *coughs* head πŸ™Š, I’ve loved him, his not-your-regular-waves-and-smiles royal self, and his humanitarian efforts!

The first time I saw the news of Harry and Meghan seriously dating, I was like 😧!! How did that even happen?? They aren’t from vastly different worlds, seeing how they’re both celebrities in their rights. But how did they even meet???? I was stunned more than I can tell.

Fast forward to when they decided to announce that they’d be getting married. I was like, back up. Continue reading “The Royal Wedding 😻: My Thoughts & What Changes?”

What/Who is Ella, Emmanuella?

So I decided to β€œlearn” about myself on Urban Dictionary..

While writing my last blog post, I don’t know who sent me to go and look up my name on Urban Dictionary 😩. Here are some screenshots:

The only thing inaccurate about his definition is the insecurity. And I don’t “make sure people are there for me” πŸ™„. I don’t expect people to be there for me, but I will be there for them regardless 😘☺️.

Oh, I don’t have green eyes. They’re as brown as these ones: πŸ‘€.

What is inaccurate about this one 🧐? Again, the insecurity. What is it with the Ella’s these people know and insecurities πŸ€”?

I don’t get angry easily πŸ˜•.

Kooky? πŸ™„ Really? Lord and only Lord and oh, wait, my lost diary sessions since my laptop crashed (😩) know the truth about that one πŸ‘€. Bizarre πŸ™„? Talks too much? More like laughs too much πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.

By the way, aside from whatever anyone says your name means or connotes, you define you; not anyone or anything else, not some algorithm somewhere. Don’t let things, circumstances or people define your identity for you πŸ€—.

In the interim, please, gaan shehk your name on Urban Dictionary and let me know what it means according to pop culture πŸ˜‚!

Manny & the Brain – 20.03.18

One of those internal conversations..

Gets into a maruwa (tricycle) at night, going home from work..

Brain: Manuella, stop laughing for no reason, like an idiot ☹️.
Me: Leave me alone πŸ˜‚πŸ™„.
Brain: You do realise that you’re the only passenger in the maruwa, no πŸ˜₯? And it’s an open vehicle; anyone can see you laughing with no one beside you 😢.
Me: Fine πŸ™„.
Brain: Lord, help me out here, please πŸ˜“β˜ΉοΈ.

Me: You know you luhhhhhhhhhh me πŸ˜»πŸ˜‚.
Brain: 😐😐.

I do have a lot of apologising to do, I know πŸ™ˆπŸ™Š. I’ve been MIA without notice and I haven’t put anything up in what now feels like forever πŸ™ˆ.

I don’t know from where I got the idea that I need to have a full-bodied (intro, body and conclusion) and lengthy write-up before I publish a post πŸ˜•. Beause I have loads of this kind of posts just sitting around!

Anyhoo, I’ve got more crazies than I can contain, and I’d love to share them with you 😻 (no, I’m not really lovestruck. I was just caught up in the moment πŸ‘€).

So, what I’m saying is that I should be doing more of these kinds of random (unplanned) posts 🌝.

Watches the conductor sat beside me as he brushes his fingers past all the good 100 naira notes and hands me my change. One look at it and I hand it right back for him to change it. Me: O de wa owo to ti yani yakuya, o de gbe fun mi πŸ™„. O ti ri arindin πŸ˜’. (And he looked for money that was horrendously mutilated, and he gave it to me πŸ™„. He has seen a dunce πŸ˜’.)
Brain: πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.
Me: It’s not funny o. Stop laughing πŸ™„.
Brain: πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£.
Me: πŸ™„πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Oh, Lord!

Ze End!

Nigerians Are Such Interesting and Delightful People

The Nigerian life is one in a lifetime

My word 😩! I once swore this would never be me; I never imagined myself being so busy that I couldn’t write for the purpose of sharing πŸ™ˆ. Oh, yes, I journal, still 🌝. But even that is suffering small small 😩. 

So.. I’ve had this particular post in draft mode for over a month now.. πŸ‘€. Actually, I suddenly feel the need to go on a writing spree.. Like I should just pack a small bag and jet off to maybe Seychelles πŸ€”. Oh, who am I kidding 😩!

Anyhoo, Nigerians.. β˜ΉοΈπŸ˜“πŸ˜ͺπŸ™„. Indeed, all those emoji apply when I think about my citizenship 😩. This country is full of life. Literally. If you want to experience life as a concept or you want a phenomenal life, just come here and subject yourself to every kind of experience there is. Forget your status, your culture, your dos and don’ts, your preconceptions, everything; come as a new, empty canvas. 

Where else do you go to an office early in the morning and you almost can’t hear yourself over a local-language radio station blasting throughout the room? Then, you stand midway through to an adjacent office, and you can hear a completely different radio station playing in the adjacent office. Both radios are battling for airspace and earspace.. in an office πŸ˜‚!


Have you ever been in a bus where the driver honestly and clearly believes that James Bond has a career in Nigeria? The driver drives as if he’s on an empty F1 track, when the already undersized road is congested 😐. And when the bigger brothers of the road come up beside him, his rascality or confidence – or whatever drives his thinking – causes him to play a mindless game of eeny-meeny-miny-moe with the lives of those in the bus 😐.


Have you ever tried to demand customer service in Nigeria? I’ll let that sink in, if you’re a true Nigerian πŸ˜†πŸ˜‚. See, customer service is a fairy-tale in Nigeria. The workers here treat customers as if they are the ones begrudgingly paying for the service being offered to the customers. Service attendants can be so rude and cold; customers immediately get the vibe that they’re bothering the attendants with their requests πŸ™„. If you don’t look like you can pay extra for their time, it’s very likely that your request will be treated as pestering.


Can you imagine – except if you’ve been in such a situation – being in a bus where the front passenger door flies ajar every few minutes, as if to register its own space on the road. 😐 Oh, Lord! πŸ˜‚ I’ve even lost count of how many times this has happened in a bus that I’ve been in. For the love of public transport πŸ™„!


Have you ever seen where state and national service buildings look like the remnants of an apocalypse 😐? The best part? They’re not out of service; they’re still very much β€œfunctioning”. If you look closely enough, you’ll see shapes in human form travelling within the floors of the building 😐. These services are often β€œemergency services”; headquarters of β€œemergency services”. If you drive around the Lagos State secretariat.. πŸ€¦πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ. Now, if you go in.. πŸ’€.


I will end there, before my eyes get stuck up there. 

Until you see me again 😩 let’s hope it’s not next year.. buh-bye πŸ™‹πŸΎ!

Do You Ever…?

A lot of thoughts running through the human mind.

πŸ˜ͺ I have ………… πŸ˜‚πŸ™ŠΒ I’m trying to be serious here πŸ™Š. I’ll suck it up. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚Β Oh, no!

Ok. Take 2. 🀐 I have these thoughts — hypothetical… and wishful — that I just play around with in my head, in my moments of solitude. One that has very recently and stubbornly been on my mind is the existence of a particular “phenomenon” that seems to be beyond me. If you know how to read between the lines, good for you. If you don’t… well, πŸ€·πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ. I’d even only be able to say it to you in a pitch-black room! πŸ˜‚

Do you ever find yourself inexplicably attached to someone and their happiness? πŸ˜•Β It’s really hard for me to get my head around it, because I’m someone who even finds it difficult to develop or sustain attachments to people πŸ˜­πŸ˜‚. So, I don’t know what makes this one different πŸ€”.

Do you ever wonder what it’s like inside someone’s body, and what the world looks like (literally and figuratively) through someone else’s eyes? I do this rather often πŸ™Š. I don’t know what differing colours or what differing perspectives I’m expecting to see, but I do wonder how you see the world. πŸ™ƒ

Do you ever wish you could fast-forward time to when you’re “settled” (using whatever milestones do it for you) so that you can either push yourself more now, or use it as an encouragement for the now? I do, often for the latter reason. I’m anxious often, but not necessarily a lot, about when I will finally get the things I want for myself, so I can encourage my present self that it’s close enough (supposing it is).

Do you ever wish you had a special ability? Oh, who doesn’t πŸ™„! I wish my ability was teleportation πŸƒπŸΎβ€β™€οΈ. I ain’t got no business reading people’s minds or all that crock πŸ˜‚. No offence to those who want that ability πŸ˜„; I once wanted it… but I discovered teleportation 😌. I want to be able to be wherever I want to be at whatever time! I sure won’t be where I am right now πŸ‘€! I’d be in the … wait! That’s my secret escape 🀐. Surely, I can’t give that away πŸ˜‰. No flight or train tickets ever? πŸ™‹πŸΎ Travel solo? πŸ™‹πŸΎ

Finally, do you ever go about your day normally and then get your memory jogged, only to realise that it “was in your dream“? More often than seems normal to me, my day is just in progress as usual. Then I suddenly have “a moment” and say to myself, Oh, that was in my dream! What am I on about? I would have just realised that a memory that came back me to me minutes before did not actually happen in reality; it must have been in one of my dreams the night before πŸ˜•. Weird? I really don’t give a hoot. πŸ™ƒ I’ve learned to live with it and just go “πŸ˜ƒ” every time. ☺️

Until you see me again, ✌🏾.