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June 17, 2016


The year is running so fast, I am trying so hard to keep up with it. I feel like I am in a maze 99% of the time.

I miss blogville of old, the days when blogposts weren’t money making posts. Now, everywhere I turn to it’s all about the money, money

Jessie J - Price Tag ft. B.o.B

I may be wrong though, it’s not a crime to turn a favourite past time into a venture …before I talk the one wey no concern me make I “jump and pass” the topic. One day, I may see the light too.

Anyone ever witnessed Nigerian parents reading bedtime stories to their children; I don’t mean Oyinbo Naija parents oh….I mean born, bred, raised and live in Naija Nigerian parents. Mama Sykik and Papa Sykik didn’t read me any bedtime stories, but to be fair to them, I did get a lot of children story books.

One time like that I walked in on two female colleagues gossiping about me….they nearly entered ground when I greet them “e ku gossiping”……..talking shit about how lepacious and proud Sykik is won’t increase your salary……neither will it add small flesh to my body ( I wish it could though, I need some fat in my “defense” region)

The other day I tried making ila-alasepo (okro mixed with orishirishi) it was an epic fail, the okro refuse to draw oh……hahaha, thank God for Hubby who ate it like that with Jesus joy.

I have started hearing “Sykik, won’t you give Bomboy aburo?”………. this life has no chill pill…… I just smile because I know how long I was in the waiting room for Bomboy…

What is this post about sef… I don’t know oh


  1. No story reading but they told and made up stories to tell. . .it wasn't at bedtime but at night when nepa took light and there was no TV to watch, only the super rich had gen. Back when people brought out their "eni" and mothers tied wrappers and fathers wore singlet with. . .no boxers then and I know my father never tied wrapper. Person don dey old. The world is a different place now.

    1. Kai, this life ehn. I wonder how we survived those days when there was nothing like generator.... The days of "up NEPA"

      Thanks for visiting my "yard"

  2. Blessings......
    My blog is not about money, I do it for the joy.
    Gossipers, don't worry about them, what goes around comes around. You just stand your ground and be you.


    “The highest education is that which does not merely give us information, but makes our life in harmony with all existence”-Rabindranath Tagore

    1. Your blog posts are educative. I read and am always inspired though am guilty of not leaving comments most time

  3. ahhahaa. interesting random post. You need flesh for defense area.....ok ooo.

    1. Yes oh, I need better flesh in that region to defend adequately......hahaha.

      I too flat like saucepan

    2. lol.. You are just Hilarious Sykik.. lol.. Nor be small Saucepan oh!

  4. 1. I love that Jessie's song. Loveeeet!
    2. Chai, i would have loved to see the guilty looks on the faces as i work my lepacious body. Let them die!
    3. How is my bomboy jare. Is he kicking ball yet?
    4. I miss you!!!!!
    5. I miss old blogger too (lets not bring my case up as one of the runaway people mmkay)
    6. I just want to keep numbering but heheh

  5. Where two or more women are

    How's bomboy doing?

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