Yes! A Web-Series I Can Totally Relate To! Introducing: ‘An African City’



One of my friends on Facebook tagged me and a few others in a video post, saying it would be something we’d like.  She wasn’t wrong!  It was the first episode of a new web-series called ‘An African City’, created by Ghanaian writer Nicole Amarteifio.  It’s set in Accra, Ghana and “tells the story of five beautiful and successful women who confide in one another about their love-lives (or lack thereof) and find new ways to deal with being a 21st century woman in Africa.”

When I watched the first episode, I was like “Oh my gosh!  This is exactly what I was saying in my post about my most recent trip to Ghana!”  Of course, it was inspired by ‘Sex & The City’ (as with anything that features an all-female cast), but it’s so nice to watch women who are like ME and my friends, thinking the same things I thought when I was there, and wearing African-print styles like we do.  Michael Jackson wasn’t lying when he sang, “You are not alone”.

My kind nature means I’m going to make it extremely convenient for you to watch all 10 episodes of An African City right here (if you haven’t already), and let me know what you think!



Are We Really Ready To “Move Back Home”?


Happy New Year folks!

Okay, I know we’re nearing the end of January (already!) but the reason for my lateness is that I’m on my way back to London after spending a month in Ghana.  God/The Universe didn’t feel it was right that I hadn’t travelled abroad for the whole of 2013, so thankfully it was made possible for me, a couple days before Christmas.  I’m actually sitting on a plane right now, as I draft this post on my trusty writing-pad.  (Obviously for you to be reading this, it means that I’ve had to type it up after settling back at home).

Before I continue, I would just like to ask one favour of you all; if you ever hear me say that I am going to travel to Ghana again on an indirect flight, please shoot me so that I can’t go.  Don’t kill me, just make it so that it is a physical hassle at that moment.  Changing flights in Madrid has been bloody awful!

Anyway, one of the reasons I went to Ghana was to see if there may be any possible work opportunities there.  Nothing was happening for me in London, so why not, eh?  I wasn’t looking for any boring office job, because I could easily do that without having to pay for a plane ticket, I was looking for something in my fields – media and events.  I haven’t come back with any offers, but due to knowing some good people, I have been able to make some contacts, so I’ll be chasing them up.

During the course of my stay, I realised something:  A lot of us say that we want to move to our countries of origin, due to the British government doing their best to give us no other choice.  But, in my opinion, some of us are looking at it through somewhat rose-tinted glasses.  All we’re thinking about is the fact that the weather is beautiful all year round, there are beaches, you can have your own house built and not worry about mortgage payments and council tax, you can have house help, jobs can come with houses and cars – it all sounds cushy!  What occurred to me is that we’d just be moving from one type of stress to another.  My observations while in Accra were:

Customer service is horrendous.  Something has changed in the three years since I was last there.  The ‘no sense of urgency’ has reached new levels, and it winds me up.  I have a few examples, but the main one is that there has been no landline or wifi/broadband service at my dad’s house for nearly nine months now, because Vodafone Ghana don’t give a shite.  No matter how many times my dad goes to their headquarters to demand they come to install it, nothing is done.

You have to have quite a lot of money to start off with.  If you want to rent a place to live, you have to pay either one or two years’ deposit upfront.  Can you imagine?  If you don’t drive, you’ll spend a helluva lot on taxis, and if you do drive, then you’ll be spending that money on petrol (The traffic in Accra is baaaaad, it’s like rush hour the whole day).  There are a lot of little expenses you don’t initially think about, including the tips you have to pay just to get some things done.

I was told more than once that Ghanaians can be very stubborn, so the way that some of us think that we’d be coming from the Western World with ideas and strategies that we KNOW would help the running of whatever you think makes no sense – forgerrit.  You’ll rather have to concede to their way of doing things.  On one hand – why should they change?  It’s their country.  On the other hand – have you seen the journalism in some of the publications?? My poor, aching eyes – they need me, dammit!!

Please don’t in any way think that I’m trying to put you off visiting Ghana, because I’d never do that.  You’ll have loads of fun there – guaranteed.  This was my 10th visit, and I’m not the sort of idiot to go a place I dislike, 10 times.  I just think some of us need to look at moving ‘back home’ through the eyes of the locals, and not those of tourists.

I have actually been excited about returning to London this time (*cue your side eyes), because I’ve missed what’s normal to me.  I’m able to be self-sufficient, whereas in the past month I have had to wait and rely on others, daily, and I don’t like that.  I’ve learned that although I intend to live in Accra for longer periods, my life isn’t at a place of self-sufficiency yet.

Do you get what I’m saying, or am I not looking at a bigger picture?

What Lessons Have You Learnt From Nelson Mandela’s Life?


The world’s grandfather is now at rest, and as much as I have dreaded this sad moment, I’m not as upset as I thought I would be.  I truly feel that he achieved his purpose on this Earth, and is now tired, so deserves to rest.  It is now time for us to learn from his work and words, and fulfil his legacy as people.

In all the tributes I have watched on television and read online since last night, the one thing that remains consistent is how in awe people are at Nelson Mandela’s level of forgiveness.  He was imprisoned for 27 years just because he wanted black people and white people to be able to live together peacefully in his country.  Eighteen of those years were spent in solitary confinement.  Can you imagine?  Yet, upon his release in 1990, while people were expecting riots and some sort of war, and even stocking up on canned foods in case they had to hide in their homes, he peacefully celebrated his release, and peacefully continued the work towards building the South Africa he believed in.  There was no threat of revenge for what he had been through, he rather chose to forgive those who had treated him so badly.  If anything, he got his revenge by winning.  Imagine that was you.  Would you have dealt with it in the same way?  I can’t say I definitely would have.

This makes me think about forgiveness in general.  There are very few things that people are ‘beefing’ about, that would be on the scale of what Mandela would have had ‘beef’ with, and yet he was able to let it go.  Therefore I have learned that holding a grudge isn’t worth your energy.  Well actually, I think I’ve been learning this over the past few years, in relation to issues between family members; deal with it and move on, or get over it and move on.  Either way – move on, and this has been reiterated for me in the last day.

So what have you learnt, if anything, from Nelson Mandela’s life?

R.I.P Madiba.

Do Nots & Don’ts Of A Successful Workplace



I know I keep talking about work related things, but the fact is that that’s what’s pretty much taking up most of my thoughts, as I search for that elusive permanent position.  Over the past year (at least) I’ve worked in quite a few different offices as a temp or freelancer, so I’ve noticed different practices that, to me, don’t make particular offices ideal places to be for a minimum of eight hours of your day. There are some things I just think you shouldn’t do if you want to create a happy work day or workplace…


Trust me, I’ve learned.  The thing with incompetent people is that they can be dangerous, because they know you could do their job better than they can.  There are some who, instead of learning how to be better, will sneakily suck up to the boss and tell tales to try and get you removed from your position, because you pose a real threat to theirs.  If you are able to avoid working directly with an incompetent person – do it!


Do you know how much money you can save in a week if there’s a microwave to warm your leftovers from last night??  So much!  As long as there is also a kettle, mugs, teabags, teaspoons and sugar in the office, you won’t feel like your pay is just money you’re getting back for expenses.


If you’re a manager or boss, there is no harm in thanking your staff for their efforts.  I brought this up in a conversation with someone recently, and they said, “But if you’re getting paid, why do you need to be thanked?”  Because, my learned friend, there are times when you have gone above and beyond your call of duty (also known as your contract), and acknowledgement would be nice.  You don’t have to spend your time making someone else’s dream a reality, so a little “Thank you for your hard work” wouldn’t go amiss.

What others can you think of from your experiences?

We Now Know One Of Victoria’s Secrets…



I don’t care what kinda play on words they may think they’re using – this is pure and simple apostrophe abuse!!  Apostrophe was there chilling, minding his own business, when Victoria and her people came and grabbed him just to mistreat him in this way.  Who is Body?  We’ve never seen Body’s what like this?  Do you see what I mean?  Surely there’s a word missing.

To get their point across they could have said “YOU’VE NEVER SEEN A BODY LIKE THIS,” right? Or “YOU’VE NEVER SEEN BODIES LIKE THESE.”  It still makes sense.  They’ve written it so boldly too… *Sigh*

I’m off to write a full A4 page of “bodies” so I can get my mind right again…

My “WTF?” question of the week so far…

How the hell did Miley Cyrus manage to get her bum to look like that??



I wish you could see my face as I look at that photo.  I just don’t understand it, and I would really appreciate someone explaining it to me.  Or maybe even demonstrating it for me, just don’t be offended by my facial expression.  I feel like I can smell the raw chicken emanating from the screen.  If I don’t blog again, it’s because my laptop has been poisoned.

Dear God,

May that never be me.


But really though – WTF???

“Kim Kardashian is the hardest working young lady in the world”



A couple of weeks ago President Obama gave an interview and spoke about what the American Dream has become.  He said success used to be about having a good education, a good job, a good home and feeling secure, but it is now about having flashy cars and living in massive houses, basically wanting what celebrities have.

I think, there has also been a shift in culture. We weren’t exposed to the things we didn’t have in the same way that kids these days are. There was not that window into the lifestyles of the rich and famous. Kids weren’t monitoring every day what Kim Kardashian was wearing, or where Kanye West was going on vacation, and thinking that somehow that was the mark of success.

Well Kim’s pimp mum Kris Jenner didn’t really appreciate Obama mentioning her daughter in that way and, among other things, said on her talk show:

And Kim Kardashian is the hardest-working young lady in the world. She never sleeps, she never stops, she never slows down and works so hard for what she’s got.

Now I mentioned this story to my cousin, and she said she can see that Kim really does work hard.  She said it can’t be easy travelling all over the way she does, having to promote this and that.  I’m sorry but I disagree.  I have a problem with the word ‘hard’ being used in this way.  I don’t think it’s hard to travel all over, I just think it can be tiring.  There’s nothing hard about being paid thousands of dollars to make brief appearances at a club or event.  Or to turn up on red carpets to be photographed.  Hard work to me is what my mum has to do; looking after the elderly, lifting them, washing them and cleaning up the poo that some of them decide to smear around the room.  Or what my other cousin, a barrister, has to do; reading through piles and piles of paperwork through the night, so that she leaves court with the right outcome for the person whose life currently depends on her.  I know I don’t have to list all the professions we know take years of study and honing to achieve.  Being a socialite is just not one of them, sorry.

I read about this whole thing on Madame Noire, and one of their readers commented:

“Ok Kris Jenner. Let’s be clear. Kim hasn’t really “worked” that hard for anything. She had a staring role in “Kim does Ray J” which you parlayed into a family business. Now because of YOU the rest of the world has to endure your family being famous for absolutely nothing! The only reason you have a talk show is because of the “work” you have done pimping out your children for the cameras. Please have a seat and be quiet. You know POTUS is right.”

Exxactly.  By the way, if you didn’t already know, POTUS = President Of The United States.  But as much as it pains me to say it, at a stretch Kris The Momager is who can be considered as the one who has worked hard.  Trying to convince us that her offspring have some sort of talent that we should deem relevant can’t be easy.  Otherwise… nah.

What do you think?

Should wine be watered down?


On Channel 5’s The Wright Stuff this morning, one of the topics they discussed was about the Health Minister, Earl Howe, proposing that alcohol – particlarly wine – be watered down, in order to preserve the livers of the middle class.  They are well-known for rewarding themselves with a bottle of wine or two after a hard day’s work.

Now this is my problem; if I and my girls want to have a bottle of wine or two in preparation of a night out, or even during a night out, why should we have to suffer weak wine, because there are richer people out there who drink it like it’s fruit juice?  Just because you’ve spent the day telling your assistant what to do, you think your day has been hard and must numb it with  alcohol.  But yet apparently NHS figures show that professionals are almost twice as likely to drink heavily than those on lower incomes, and I think that if those of us of a “lower class” did the same, we’d probably labelled as alcoholic wasters.  You’ve got to laugh really.  Who is forcing people to drink two bottles of wine a day for dinner?  Who is forcing people to have liquid lunches?  No one.  Therefore there is no need to weaken the content, because as Ghanaians would say: “It’s not by force.”

According to an article in the Daily Fail Mail:

alcohol consumption has, on average, been falling since 2004.

This clearly can not be the case if they feel they need to water it down!

God Is All Around Me


I have just completed a week’s temp work at a Christian organisation, and I must say I quite enjoyed it.  It was so weird to work at a place where everyone believes in God.  Weird in a good way, because it’s not something that I’ve been used to.  I would walk past colleagues having conversations, and hear ‘God’ mentioned, and it would make me raise my eyebrows in slight surprise or just smile.  I was working on Reception, so I received many many calls per day, and a lot of callers would sign off with a “God bless you” or “Have a blessed day”, and it made me feel like “Aww, in’t that lovely?”  An email sign off I saw did make me laugh though.  Instead of the usual “Kind regards” it said “Christ’s own”.  I’m going to start using that!

Dear Employer,

I am interested in this vacancy and would like some more information please.

Thank you.

Christ’s own,


I think people are afraid of those who believe in God, because they think it automatically means they are ‘bible-bashers’ who will spend their time preaching to them.  But it doesn’t mean that at all.  Of course there are people who take it to an extreme in every faith, but by the same token, there are people who practice their faith in private, and you wouldn’t even know.  I’m definitely guilty of stereotyping people by their appearance at times (who doesn’t?) and some of the staff at the organisation were people I would never have imagined being in a church unless it was their friend’s wedding.  I put it down to this; on the surface this country claims to be a Christian one, but the actions say different.  The first time I heard that a worker had been suspended or fired for refusing to take off their necklace of a cross, I thought it must be a joke.  Just in case it offends people.  Offends who for why??  What kind of Grade-A nonsense is that??  How is that person wearing their chain and going about their duties affecting your life??  If you don’t follow their faith, fine!  Do you and they’ll do them!  But I’m pretty sure that people are now being told to tuck such chains inside or not wear them to avoid issues at work.  But yet this is a Christian country?  Alright, gotcha.

I wouldn’t describe myself as a religious person, I’m more spiritual.  I absolutely believe in God and I pray every day, I just don’t attend any particular church at the moment.  That’s not to say I won’t ever do so, because I believe if it’s meant for me it will be.  Everyone who is meant to will get their ‘calling’ at a time that’s right for them.  My mum is a proud Jehovah’s Witness (I’m not interested in any jokes or rude comments) and it makes me happy to see her so passionate about something, so the chances are that could well be my first stop.

It’s all in God’s hands 🙂

Follow Me On Pinterest!

Unfortunately (or maybe not) I don’t currently use a device that allows me to have an Instagram account, but I don’t really mind because Pinterest gives me all the visuals I need.  Those who don’t know about it, it’s like an online pinboard where you can just ‘pin’ pictures of what the hell you like that ‘interests’ you.  You can find me at and I have things like these on some of my boards:

Hair Crushes & Styles


Ha Ha Ha


Mmmmmake Up Styles


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