IT WAS SO MUCH EASIER WHEN I ONLY HAD ONE .....

IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING...

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Wed, 21 Nov 2012 20:01:00 PST

All I wanted was some chin chin.

So, I fortunately visited Avarstycooking.com and found a simple recipe.

I doubled the suggested measurements - afterall, I had to have enough for 3 children - and got to cooking.

My KitchenAid stand mixer did the heavy lifting. I rolled the dough out with my rolling pin to be an inch thick per the recipe's instructions.

The kids used cookie cutters to make interesting shapes, and Husband placed chin chin into the frying pan (which resulted in many a crispy piece).

Can you see the horse? The dinosaur? There's even a map of the USA in there (sorry, I do not have any Naija-shaped cookie cutters).

Bomboy made a propeller plane -

The Enforcer (who insisted that I make this post) made a cute teddy bear -

The King opted for an umbrella -

My daughter, TE, wants us to put chocolate chips in the next time we make chin chin. Wonder what that will taste like... I do think chin chin would work with ice cream though.

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate. This is always my favorite holiday as we use this time to once again remember all that we have and must be grateful for.

Take care and visit Avarstycooking.com for great Nigerian recipes. I will be tackling her Sausage roll next.

BOMBOY IS IN LOVE (OLYMPICS 2012)

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sat, 11 Aug 2012 10:31:00 PDT

I know it has been a while since I have updated this blog, but I just had to take some time to write this post.

It seems my youngest son, Mr. Bomboy, is in love.

We were watching Rhythmic Gymnastics and with everyone of the lovely ladies who appeared on the mat to perform, my son was quick to praise them with a "Ooh, she's so pretty!", "Ooh, she's very good!" and of course, several 'wows' were uttered.

Source: Graphic News; Posted to The Guardian (UK) site's Data Blog

He took a great liking to Russia's athletes and he and his older brother, The King, are convinced that the best rhythmic gymnasts are Russians. They now want to take a trip to Russia to hang out with the athletes. lol! As if its that easy.

Not sure if this lovely lady is Russian =)

Not going to speculate on this sudden love for gymnastics. Bomboy was only just talking about beating Usain Bolt's record (as he runs between the kitchen and the living room, ha!) but now, all eyes and all thoughts are on gymnasts.

If you are reading this, I hope all is well with you and yours.

KID GETS RUDE WITH HIS MOM... (VIDEO)

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 21:00:00 PST

Here's something I saw at O Hell Nawl

The Naija in me wanted to jump through the computer and onto that bus to whoop that boy's behind!
Yessssss!!!!

Bomboy has tried me in public and I have always handled him appropriately. Sometimes, right there in public. You should see the look on his face during those incidents. He looks around at everybody as if "You people are going to let this woman do this to me?"

If any of my children were to go as far as this boy did ehnnn??? Walahi, the cops would be called and I would begin plans to send the child to a proper military school in Nigeria. Yup, no tissue paper in the bathrooms...you get beat everyday...scorpions in the bush.. et cetera, et cetera.

Gosh, that mother is a saint, but we all know what happened once he got home, shebi?

Have a great week.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 21:00:00 PST

Hey Easier crew! Here's wishing you a wonderful Christmas and holiday season!

KIDS WRITE THE DARNDEST THINGS....

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 00:00:00 PST

My daughter outed her stinky brother and all I could do was burst out laughing.

He farts, says "Excuse me!" and then tells you "Farting is good for you." (A nugget he got from my mother who thinks everything Bomboy does is glorious. *smh*

He rolls around in the mud after it rains and when I tell him to come wash up, he runs over to my mint plant in the backyard, grabs fistfuls and begins to rub himself. *sigh*

He has discovered that squeezing leaves from my lavendar plant makes him smell nice as well. *double sigh*

And he does not care if he smells!

And as for my daughter, who stays outing people, I shouldn't be surprised. She once outed her father in a terrible way at the book store. (Think flatulence, lol!)

These children sha, I thank God for them. They definitely make me laugh.

What about you? Did you out anyone when you were a child? Or have you said something very embarrassing as an adult? 'Fess up, I won't tell anyone. =)

THIS IS WHY THREESOMES ARE A BAD IDEA....

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 21:00:00 PST

Okay, I know that my title is unusual, but you have gats to listen to this episode of 'Busted'. I have posted one in the past titled, This Is How To Catch A Cheating Spouse, but this one takes the flipping cake.

All I have been saying is "ewo ohhhh" (translation "My God") as I listened to this thing right here. Chineke, God of Africa!

If any of you were thinking about engaging in a threesome, or a swap party (is that what they call those things?), please think twice. It is not for everyone and clearly, it can backfire!

TTTEC: DECEIVED BY 'LOVE'

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 21:00:00 PST

Hey everyone. I know that it has been a long time since there was a TTTEC segment but here is one that came in recently. I sat on it for a while before putting it up to let things cool down and am sharing as a cautionary tale of sorts. Please share your thoughts on this situation as you deem fit.

It is amazing how people can mislead those who love them the hardest. (Caution, long post ahead.)

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My name is Nancy and I met my husband Mutiu in Frankfurt, Germany. He chased me relentlessly and I could not help but fall for him. In due time we were married. My family opposed our relationship from the very beginning but I was in love and had to be his wife. My father warned that he would cut me off from my inheritance, but once he realized that all threats had no impact, he begrudgingly agreed to walk me down the aisle.

Four years into our marriage and we were yet to have children. His mother was very upset, even encouraging him to go to Nigeria and find a new wife. He fought with her all the time on the subject and for a while, refused to go see her. I begged him and soon, we went to visit. She shunned me publicly, barely acknowledging my existence. That was the last time I went to Nigeria.

After six years of marriage, Mutiu said he wanted to go build a house for us in Nigeria so we would be comfortable whenever we went to visit. I agreed, wholeheartedly. And because he did not make as much money as me, I willingly gave him the money needed to set things up over there. For almost four years, the construction hit one hiccup or another until finally, he informed me that it was completed.

We made plans to go celebrate our 10 wedding anniversary in Nigeria and were going to have a vow renewal ceremony. Sadly, my husband died in an accident in Nigeria. Distraught, I had to go and pay for the funeral arrangements. I could not bring his body back to Germany as his family insisted he be laid to rest in his village. Upon arriving, I asked to be taken to our home and was informed by Uncle Deji, who came to ask my parents for my hand in marriage, that there was a little problem and that I would stay at his house for a little bit. After 3 weeks, I insisted on seeing the house only to be informed that my house was inhabited by someone else. Turns out that while Mutiu was building the house, he met and had a child with some young girl! They had a son together and Mutiu placed her in my house. All that time I thought there were construction problems, the man I thought was my husband was living with another woman and had another life. Mutiu has a two year old son that is his carbon copy. I saw him from the car playing outside the house.

I just cannot believe what has happened to me. I dumped so much money into that project. I have always done anything to make him happy. To lose Mutiu and then learn that he had been unfaithful to me and defrauded me in more ways than one is unbelievable! I confronted his mother in tears and all she did was laugh at me and walk off. At the funeral, this woman, who bore his only child, was treated like his wife! I could not stay there with such disrespect and had to leave in tears.

And now, even though I have proof of all monies sent to build the house, I have learned from a Nigerian lawyer that I will likely not have any claim over the house as Mutiu gave all necessary documents to his whore! Of course, his mother and other members of the family have threatened me repeatedly that the house is theirs. She slipped up and informed me that I had no right to any of her son's properties, which prompted me to have lawyers search for others. Now, it turns out that Mutiu has two blocks of flats that are rented out, a shop, and another smaller house up the street from his mother's house. I cannot believe the deception! 10 years of marriage and I clearly did not know the man I shared a life with.

I do not know what to do. Sometimes I wish I could go burn down every single one of those buildings! My father is understandably ready to fly to Nigeria and fight but I am so exhausted. It has been one shock after another and I don't have anything left in me. Now everyone tells me that I should have known that Nigerians are like that but am I truly to blame for the situation? Should I not have loved my husband and trusted him?

- Deceived by Love in Germany
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Sorry people, I know that was a long TTTEC post but as you can see, it was a little complicated and I didn't want to cut out most of what she sent in, though I had to edit much of it because it was longer. I swear this story sounds like a Nollywood film and could be, except for the fact that, well, I know this lady's best friend which is how I received the email in the first place. I sent her my legal opinion and clarified that I have no Nigerian experience, unfortunately. If there are any readers that are Nigerian-trained lawyers or have experience/information, please share. My God...I can't imagine...and I feel horrible, but I told her that the task ahead could be insurmountable...I had to be honest as this crap happens far too often in Naija.

*SMDH*

"SOLOMONSYDELLE, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 21:00:00 PST

Yes, where have I been?

That is the question I am asking myself at this moment.

I have considered writing a blog post but the impulse has not been strong enough.

However, the receipt of TTTEC requests reminded me that I have not been to these here parts in a long time and that I need to check in on my 'computer friends'. So, how una dey?

I'm not going to lie and say that I have been reading your blogs. I have been far too busy for that. Sorry. Even Facebook hardly sees me. The company has resorted to spamming me with emails about one notification or another. *Reminder, change the email seetings on your FB account, pronto*

I have been on Twitter, but not often enough to truly count. Luckily for me, I get to gist with fellow blogger Sokari of Blacklooks.org from time to time, but apart from that, well, I no know.

What have you guys been up to?

It was sad to read about the ABSU rape. It was even sadder to see that so many people watched the brutal assault or listened to the audio. And sadder still to see how certain people made money from such a horrible situation. My condolences go out to the poor lady and her family, who must undoubtedly be struggling with the situation. Shame on the school, state and federal authorities for doing absolutely nothing until the foreign media and twitter got outraged. As I have said to friends and on certain blogs, the best thing for this woman would be safe and quick passage out of Nigeria, in my opinion.Let her get medical and psychological help. God have mercy and give her strength.

Source: http://spider-kiss.deviantart.com/art/Real-men-don-t-rape-69515334

To the mothers of those boys, I can only say if you know your son committed the crime, give him up!!!

This summer was spent reading and gardening. My backyard was covered in watermelon, red corn (yes, you read right), yellow corn, tomatoes (which were great for stew!!!!), strawberries (which came under attack by some unknown creature but still kept my kids happy) and roses! Our carrots did not yield much but we are thankful for the little we got. My herb garden was off the chain!!!! Rosemary, thyme, spring onions, chives, basil, cilantro, parsley, mint, lavender .... My chicken stew was the biznisssss. So was everything else! Hahahaha. No really, I was so proud of myself. I have always strived for a serious summer herb garden but this was the first year that it went off without a hitch. The kids were old enough to help and not hinder the process is the main reason why. They tenderly watered plants and helped me prune. When our rose bushes came under attack by Japanese beetles and aphids, my children stood with me in the hot sun to kill them! Sorry for those who may be upset that I did not seek a more humane way of getting rid of them.

Source: http://cindyha.wordpress.com/tag/roses/

All I know is that the best way to get rid of Japanese beetles, without killing your roses or other plants, is to drown them in a bucket of water. *sticks tongue out* In 2012, I plan to bottle my herbs, baby! Place your orders now! :p

Ah, did I mention that The King is now in kindergarten? I have to tell you guys about the wahala myself and the Godmothers went through to get him the perfect bag that he wanted for school. *sigh* Thank God he is excelling, his teacher loves him and his classmates like him as well.

Woah, this post is getting long, so it is obviously time to stop. For anyone who reads this, I appreciate your time. Please let me know how you are doing so I can swing by your blog and say hi properly. Thanks to all the bloggers who sent messages to check in on me and mine. I had to take a break. I lost family members, kids were getting older and there was just so much work to do. I have communicated with most of your personally and want to take the time to once again say thank you. I truly appreciate that any of you thought about me to reach out. May God bless you all and may everything you touch be a success. That prayer goes for everyone, whether you thought of me or not. =)

See you around!

TTTEC: WHAT DOES MARY WANT?

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 00:14:00 PDT

Hey guys:

Believe it or not, this is the first TTTEC of 2011. I received this from Amanda, who is a friend of Mary's. She contacted me asking for my opinion on Mary's 'relationship'. My comments, as shared via email, follow the issue. I received permission from Mary to put this on the blog.

Here we go....

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Dear SSD,

My friend Mary is in desperate need of your opinion and that of your readers.

Bola and Mary have been dating for a while now. They got connected through a mutual friend of theirs on Facebook. At first, it was the usual chatting on the phone, Facebook, Skype e.t.c Soon they both discovered similar things about themselves although they had not met yet because Bola stays in Maryland and Mary is in New Jersey but that did not deter their friendship at first. Then all of a sudden they began to argue a lot over the simplest issues, they would stop talking for like two three weeks then they would make up. Things just went on like that for a few months.

One random night Bola called Mary and told her that he "cannot do it anymore" and then hung up on her. She was very upset, but there was nothing she could do because at that time, they still had not met. Two months later when she went on facebook one night she saw that he was online but she did not acknowledge him. Then his chat icon popped up and he asked how come he had not heard from her in a while. She reminded him that he stopped talking to her, and then he said he was in trouble that she should give him a call. She said she would do so in the morning. Still, he called her while she was asleep. She later tried to reach him but could not get him she kept trying for about three months. She tried to find out what was going on and learned that Bola was in jail and would not be out for four months.

Not knowing what to do or why she continued with school,work e.t.c. Three months later Bola called her and said, "Baby where have you been, why have i not heard from you?" She was so confused because she knew he was in jail. To cut the long story short, Mary and Bola resumed their relationship and they finally met. She flew to Atlanta to see him. About a week after she got back they were talking on the phone as usual when the conversation became suspicious. Bola started talking about how he wanted a baby. He went on to say that he has a baby by an African American woman. He went on to tell Mary that he did not want to tell her about this when she visited him because he did not want to spoil their time together.

Mary did not know how to respond but the relationship has taken a downward spiral from there because the baby mama has a whole lot of drama and Bola thought it was best they went their separate ways so he can sort himself out but the thing is Mary is not ready to let go and Bola is not helping either because he still calls her and considers her "more than a friend"

Please, what advice can you give to my friend Mary?

Thanks so much,

Amanda

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Okay folks. Now, I cannot lie. One of the reasons why there have not been a lot of TTTECs as recent, was because well, most of the issues I receive are very 'heavy'. Sometimes, I am emotionally drained after taking time to listen to readers who simply want an objective and anonymous ear to hear about what they are going through. I am happy to be that ear, and have been doing the same for many people since I was a child. I'm used to it.

(CLICK READ MORE TO SEE NY THOUGHTS ON THIS TTTEC)

But when I received the TTTEC above, well, I must confess that I sent Amanda a one line response - "So, what does your friend want?" I am sure it came off as uncaring and impatient. But in all honesty, I was then, as I am now, very confused as to what Mary wants to know. My mother, in her great wisdom, once told me to be delicate when dealing with people's issues. It is advice I adhere to at all times. However, I do not know what else to truly advise this young lady. Still, I sent the following message after getting a response from Amanda where she reminded me that Mary needed opinions. Actually, let me give you only one direct quote: "...my opinion is that she lose his number, immediately." I explained that Mary must realize that she does not need to be with someone who is inconsistent (calling her in the middle of the night to 'break up; with her), has been to jail (for a reason that is yet to be explained) and has a baby momma (that he did not inform Mary about until they had 'met', I do not know if they had sex, however).

This is like a car crash that people slow down to see when you drive on the road. Mary, if you are reading this, please take my advice - FORGET THIS USELESS BOY. You deserve to have a guy that is honest and wants to treat you like an important part of his life at all times. Anything less than that should not be up for consideration. Again, what do you want from this Bola guy other than stress, heartache and wahala?

So, again, WHAT DO YOU WANT darling? Get it together. You will likely look back and shake your head for even given this boy as much time as you have given him.

Alright folks, abeg make una chime in. As always, you are free to your opinion. I typically do not share my opinion because I do not want to color the tone of the conversation, however, I just had to chime in here. But, I am dying to read your comments as is Mary.

Take care! Oh, and to anyone who cares, please read the Senior Babe Network announcement from 2008.

OUR VORACIOUS READER...

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 00:45:00 PDT

Our voracious reader...

It's been a long while since I updated the blog with gist about the kids. The reality is that they are such big kids now that keeping up with their hilarious ways is a job in itself. And I am thankful for that.

With that said, I cannot believe that my mini-me, TE is only days away from turning 7. She is really tall and as always, very opinionated. She continues to put her brothers to task and because they love her, they are still swayed by her demands.

And for my hubby and I, we are trying to keep up with her voracious appetite for chapter books. On the weekend, the girl can read two books in less than 24 hours. We need to put a line item into the family budget just for the girl's books at this rate.

The other day, I made the mistake of buying some book for her that just was not going to work. My husband took a look at the thing, flipped through the pages and started frowning. He soon showed me an illustration with a girl talking about kissing her crush.

*cue dramatic music*
Gen gen....

Keep in mind that this is the same man who had a cow when he learned that his daughter's male kindergarten classmate had given her his number last year. Lol!

Then, I laughed at him. However, I had to agree that although TE reads at 5/6th grade level, any book talking about kissing boys is far too mature.

As such, the book was returned the very next day, sharpish. I didn't want any wahala and definitely didn't need any stress. Can you imagine if anything were to happen in the future (God forbid bad thing) and all anyone will say is "Shebi you are the one that bought that useless book for the girl?"

Olorun maaje!

Anyway, do you guys have any suggestions on books for my mini-me? I now have her reading the magic tree house series but in no time, she will run through all 37 books. Also, I am looking for good books that reflect her Afro-Caribbean heritage as well. Sad that I just can't find enough books to help her learn more about her Nigerian ancestry specifically.

Okay folks, I hope you had a wonderful weekend. Here's wishing you a blessed week. I wasn't going to put up a TTTEC this Friday but we have a young lady that really wants to know your opinion. So, I have edited her email with all the relevant info and will talk to her a bit more this week, but you guy's will get to chime in on Friday.

TTYL.

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THIS IS HOW TO CATCH A CHEATING PARTNER....

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 10:15:00 PST

Please listen to this. I PROMISE you go laugh die!

Busted from Phad on Vimeo.

This is exactly how to catch a cheater. The threat of HIV/AIDS is enough to cause anybody to go "Oh my God!"

But as funny as this clip is, there remains the reality that HIV/AIDS is ravaging the African continent and so many people are bringing the disease home to their spouses and destroying even more lives. Folks need to strap it up and/or abstain. Yes, I said abstain.

Hope everyone is ready for a nice relaxing weekend.

CHINESE CLEAVAGE CLAMP BRA

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 15:12:00 PST

Okay, I know the pics in my last post never worked. My apologies. My old computer died ~~and I have just not found the time to look for the shoe pics. My bad~~ but I finally put the pics up. Please feel free to take a peek when you are done with this.

So, to make it up to everyone, I have a video that works and will be easy viewing. Well, maybe not so much. First off, this is NSFW. Also the video comes with serious sound effects and a man speaking some serious Chinese, so turn your volume down.

The video is for some Chinese bra that allegedly will take a woman from an A cup to a C cup. It will also help the cells in your breast (at least that's what it looks like from the video, don't sue me, I don't speak Chinese). All I could do while watching this 5 minute commercial/infomercial/epileptic seizure in the making was think abouyt DJ Zeez's song "Bobee FC" and the girls in the video. Then I remembered that sugabelly, exschoolnerd and bumight have serious chestises (chests) (remember the 'Tapping Current' post'?) and probably should not go anywhere near this contraption. In fact, I should add rayo to the list of babes that should go nowhere near one of these things.

Anyway, without further ado, make una come see Chinese abracadabra...

The only way I would buy one of these things is if it was guaranteed to make all those action movie sound effects whenever I strangled my chest with it. lol!

Have a good week people!

Hattip to dlisted.com where I go to waste time.

BECOMING MY MOTHER? PART 2

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 23:14:00 PST

UPDATE: I have tried to redo the pics for this post. Unfortunately, I am unable to watermark them. If anyone can suggest a good site where I can do that for free, I would appreciate it greatly.

Yes, folks. I am becoming my mother. And I have picked up her shoe habit.

I am not as bad as she was though. I do not have shoes in every room of my house and thus, I do not have to wake my children up as she woke me while trying on shoes to match her outfit and mood. =)

But, I must confess that I cannot walk into my walk in closet. It was never big enough but now? My shoes greet me as I step in and I have to walk carefully around them to access clothes. *sigh*

My daughter loves the closet of course! She tries on shoes and has informed me that there are specific shoes she must inherit. Some other ones I am free to give away apparently.

People, I bought a pair of shoes EVERY MONTH in 2010!

*shudder*

Yes, I got deals on them (husband says I scare him with how "precise" of a bargain shopper I am), but still!

I don't know what to do.

I have put a self-imposed ban on shoe shopping. But to enforce it, I won't even drive by some of my favorite stores/malls. If I can confess, I'd love to get up right now, get into the car and drive over to the Annapolis area and hit up a mall or two. I swear I'd walk away with only shoes. Or bags. Or dresses. Or jewelry.

Okay, okay, okay. I have a little bit of an addiction, don't I?

*shudder*

Here are some of my shoes from 2010. I can't find a pair of cute DV by Dolce Vita sandals I own. I had them on in Puerto Rico and I'm sure I brought them home with me, but here's a pic of what they look like:

And, here are the rest...

BECOMING MY MOTHER? LAWD....

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sat, 22 Jan 2011 23:54:00 PST

They say that every woman will eventually be just like her mother. For many women that is a compliment and we are thankful for it. I share that enthusiasm, but only partially.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my moms. She is kind, super intelligent and can cook most people under the table. As in, you pick up your plate and lick the remnants with precision. Yes indeedy, Shine Shine sabi cook well, well.

But, sadly, there is one habit of hers I do not want to pick up.

HER SHOE ADDICTION!!!!

Growing up, Shine Shine had shoes in every room of the house.

Did you read what I wrote? I wrote that my mother had shoes in EVERY SINGLE ROOM in the house. There were 4 rooms and her shoes were in the closets of each single room.

That might not have been a problem, but for the fact that every morning she would go into closets trying to figure out which shoes to wear.

It was quite infuriating, especially during holidays when I was home from school and trying to sleep for as long as possible. She would walk into my room, turn the light on, fling open MY closets, put shoes on and then model in front of the mirror until she found the perfect pair. And this happened almost every morning!

But that wasn't all. She would walk over to my vanity, pick a perfume that fit her mood and spritz away, filling my nostrils with perfume early in the morning.

Oh, and did I mention that Shine Shine did this while humming one Christian hymn or another?

What did I do during all this?

Not a damn thing! I would simply cover my head and let it be. I would then pass out once she left the room.

But, can you feel my pain? The pain of having a mother who loved shoes so much?

Aarggghhh.

All those missed minutes of sleep.....

The mornings I awoke startled by nostrils burning from one perfume or another.....

Okay, I'm exaggerating. But it was annoying at the time and for years, I was cautious about buying too many shoes. I think it was because in my mind, having plenty shoes had a negative connotation. So, I was shocked when early in our relationship my now-husband made a sly remark about the number of shoes I had. I chastised him quickly and he's never made that mistake again hehehe.

It did make me nervous, however. I became worried that I was accumulating too many shoes.

The end result? I held back on shoe buying for almost two and a half years!

But, it seems that no amount of scarring from my mom's shoe habit, comments from my husband or even my own personal concerns have stopped me from becoming my mother...

PART 2 TO COME ON JANUARY 31ST SO I'LL ADD A "TO GOD BE THE GLORY" LIKE THEY DO IN NOLLYWOOD MOVIES

heehee

STACIE TURNER'S NIGERIAN REUNION (PICS)

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 06:51:00 PST

I am a big fan of the Real Housewives series of reality shows. Real Houseweives of Orange County, Real Housewives of Atlanta, Real Housewives of New York, Real Housewives of New Jersey, Real Housewives of DC and my favorite, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills (hi, Jiggy!). When any of these shows come on, my husband quietly bids me adieu and leaves me to my guilty pleasure, heehee.

Stacie Turner is on the Real Housewives of DC and during the first season, she explained her story about being put up for adoption by her white mother. Upon finding her birth mother, she also discovered that her father was an Igbo man and wanted to find him.

For the 'unconverted', Stacie's white mother was in the Peace Corps in Nigeria and obviously had a relationship with Stacie's father. The product was a black child that she felt compelled to give away. Now, people can say what they want, but I for one, do not have the heart to judge the lady on those grounds. Having a child outside of wedlock, is never a joke and having a black child must have created a serious difficulty for the lady given the times she lived in.

But, when this lady was reunited with Stacie, she refused to tell her husband and children about her black daughter. My opinion, hiding a child from his/her family is never a good move. Nope, no way. And then, Stacie's mother refused to give her the information she needed to find her blood father! Maybe it's very Nigerian of me, but every child deserves to know where they come from. Nigerian culture demands it in fact.

Anyway, my girlfriends and I talked about this woman, die! We all hoped she would find her family. She got some help from the Nigerian Embassy and at the time I worried that they were setting themselves up for failure. After all, Nigeria is a large country and I was nervous that the embassy would have to open a desk to find Nigerians for people. That would be a disaster. Anyway, the embassy came through for her and it looks like Stacie had a Nigerian family reunion. It appears that her family is from Amaocha Afara in Mbaitoli, Imo State and from the looks of the pictures, she enjoyed Nigeria and meeting her blood relatives.

Can I say I am also extremely pleased that she travelled with a Nigerian air carrier, Arik Air (which probably gave her and her family/friends free tickets and if they didn't then shame on them because they just got free advertising)

And even her Nigerian-based Delta Sigma Theta sisters showed her some love.

Now, I'm not going to lie, I have to just say what I'm feeling right now. I desperately hope and pray that this woman's family members are not like some family members that most Nigerians are familiar with. I remain amazed at the stories of people trying to take advantage of their relatives and use them without any regard to the fact that blood is thicker than water. I know not every Nigerian family is like this, and anyone that feels that way is ignorant, but, who understands what I'm talking about. If I could share half the stories I have heard? My own mother was swindled by her 'favorite' cousin! To the tune of at least a million Naira.

That being said, I am happy Stacie found the missing link, her blood relatives. I cannot imagine what it must have been like, given that she wanted to know who she was and where she came from. And, I can't wait for this aspect of her life to be featured on the show next season.

Sidenote: Hmm, there's a TTTEC question that actually relates to this matter. I think I will put it before the TTTEC crew but not this week. So, there will be a TTTEC question from me on Friday the 28th of January. Swing by on Monday the 24th for a normal post, however. It's about Shine Shine and I...

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S A NEW YEAR ALREADY...

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sat, 15 Jan 2011 08:51:00 PST

Wow, 2010 went by in a flash and already, 2011 is here and established. Each day seems to pass in a blink of an eye and I can't believe it.

Anyway, how is everyone doing? Yes, I do not blog as frequently as I used to but, I am here. Sometimes folks see me at Nigeriancuriosity.com. Other times, I am on Twitter (well, a lot of the time) and on Facebook. I chat with bloggers from time to time, but I swear, it seems like there are not enough hours in the day anymore.

*sigh*

So how have you guys been? I hope you are all in good health and that your families and friends are the same.

The kids are up to their usual shenanigans.

The Enforcer (TE) continues to be bossy but her brothers love it. She has been Student of the Month, Student of the Week many times at her school and we are SUPER proud of her. The girl is in the 1st grade but is reading at 5th grade level and she qualified for a gifted program in our region. Yup, mama hen is clucking away in pride, but I am especially thankful for the blessing that is my first child. =)

The King (TK) continues to monitor my spending, lol! His father couldn't be more proud. He has taken on more responsibility and makes sure everyone in the house gets along. He went through a phase were he was a little rude, but I just enacted Operation Mommy Does Not Play (OMDNP) and that brought an end to it. *wink* He's reading and doing very well at math (we home school him) and well, overall, no complaints, just gratitude.

And, Bomboy. Well, what can I not say about the famous little boy? Okay, he's bigger but still skinny. He knows so many words now that I have to sit and listen to him for long stretches at a time. Not complaining, though. And he asks so many questions at once! My goodness! I though TE was talkative but Bomboy is on track to take the crown! He and I had a little bit of a rough patch. But, again, OMDNP did the trick. Yes, he continues to flirt with women, but, he's sly about it. So he runs up to ladies, gives them hugs and kisses. It always works. Hmm, not sure if that is slicker that telling women "You're so beautiful" but so far, so good.

Husband is fine as well and we all went to Dominica in December for some well-deserved rest and relaxation. I have video and pics but have been busy. Will ave to upload everything soonest. I introduced my in-laws to jollof rice, indomie noodles and serious Nigerianisms. You should hear them trying to talk like a Nigerian. Hilarious!!!! They can't wait to visit Naija.

What else has been going on over here? Ooh, I'm trying to exorcise myself of a show habit. I think I will have to consult my computer friends for help with that. Nothing like free therapy, shebi? heehee.

Okay, I have to stop now. Plenty of work to do. Because I have no shame about things, I want to ask those inclined to pray to offer up some prayers for me that I will complete a few projects on time this year. I can't let another year pass without doing those things that must be done and shall not be mentioned. lol!

I hope you are all well and that your new year is blessed and remains so.

See you around!

LADIES, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS...

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Tue, 07 Dec 2010 00:13:00 PST

By 'this', I mean fight over some man like this. It just provides entertainment for people like me who can't sleep at night.

I need to invite these girls to the Senior Babe Network for some training. Girl #1 (I'm cuter than your new girlfriend) should not have begged him to take her back. This is not one of them. That's a pure no-no. All that talk about removing guys numbers from her phone, another error. She's gassing the guys head for nothing. And, telling him she would change everything about herself for him - #FAIL. There are many ways to get a man back. If that had been her husband she said these things to, I would understand. But, he's just an ex-boyfriend. Plenty more where he came from.

Girl #2 (ms. "Timing") should never have even acknowledged Girl #1. After all, na wetin consain am? The fight was between those two. I don't understand girls who feel it is their duty to defend their little boyfriends. Again, he's not your husband, you have to draw the line. This is not to say I do not understand the need for unmarried women to jump up and sock it to some person that disrespects their man. But, he needs to be their man and not some little boyfriend. Plus, the situation had not reached a point where she needed to start waxing poetical about Eric's sickness and timing. And, am I the only one who noticed that the guy was very comfortable having Girl #2 do all the talking? She should have walked away when that boy sat there like a scared little punk refusing to adequately defuse the situation i.e. walk Girl #1 outside. lol!

And as for "Eric", really? You have 2 girls fighting over you at a fast food joint? You surely should have prevented your girlfriend Ms. "Timing" from being embarassed in that manner. Your failure to do that gives you 5 lashes of my hot koboko.

All, I know is I cannot wait for someone to take this video and dub over it with the voices of some real Naija babes. Now, that would be very entertaining. And when you do it (yes, you!), don't forget to give me a shoutout.

*yawn*

Off to sleep....

"WHERE'S DADDY?"

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 21:36:00 PST

My poor husband has suffered oh! No, no, not at my hands, but at the hands of his children. Well, if you ask him, he will try to convince you that he suffers, but I always remind him that he lucked out in the Naija-wife category. Whenever he even thinks of doubting me, I remind him of how dramatic Naija women are in general. He clearly has met my lovely mommy, Shine Shine, and has seen enough Nollywood movies to know I'm not lying. That always calms him down, lol!!!!!

Anyway, my children, who are all 6 and under in age, feel that they have a right to know where their father is at all times. As such, whenever he leaves, he is peppered with questions,

"Where are you going?"

"Why are you going there?"

"How long will you be at the golf course?"

And much more.

Frankly, I am happy they do it to him. All their nagging makes it so much easier for me. I don't even have to ask. The poor man is now 'trained' to simply announce where he is going so as to prevent the onslaught. hahaha.

Anyway, the other day, husband was not home for dinner as is his usual routine and you should have heard how offended his kids were. They fired me with questions as to the whereabouts of their father. And when I kindly offered, "Your daddy went out," you should have seen the wahala that followed.

The Enforcer, The King and Bomboy (now called "GQ", for reasons I will explain later) all reacted in shocked and delayed fury with a "WHAT????!!!!!" in unison.

The Enforcer was the one who was most pissed off. As her father's first and only daughter, she has developed this tendency to boss her daddy around. Being that she knows what's best for her father *sarcasm*, she commenced with her line of interrogation.

TE: "Mommy, you said "daddy went out"? But where did he go to?"

Bomboy/GQ & TK: "Yeah!"

SolomonSydelle: "He had to go somewhere."

TE: "But daddy never goes anywhere. Oh, is there a PTA meeting tonight?"

There wasn't a PTA meeting, but their father was indeed at a PTA-related event, and to make my life, and his easier, I simply said "Yes."

To that the tension at the dinner table immediately disappeared with all the children saying "Oh, okay" and automatically calming down. I couldn't even laugh, but the thing was too funny.

My children are not used to their father being out at night and that day, were not willing to tolerate his absence. Had he not been at a PTA event, I swear he would have been in trouble because those children were not playing at all, all.

The irony of this all is that, had I been the one out, it would not have been such an, well, let's say, indignity. I go out more often and for longer periods than Husband. Especially when I go hang out with my girlfriends. Ha. Na wa. I feel bad for my poor husband sha. His wife doesn't mind him going out but his kids will not have any of it.

lol!!!

But, how is everyone doing? Someone needs to give me an update on how Naija blogsville is doing. I am sooo out of the loop. See you guys and boy do I miss the Easier Crew!

AN ODE TO LITTLE BLACK GIRLS & THEIR HAIR

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 07:40:00 PDT

Hahaha! Well, of sorts.

Just watched Willow Smith's "Whip My Hair" video and within minutes, I found this video. It takes a very cute Sesame Street song that TE and I love & laces it with Willow Smith's song.

So, I had to put it up here for posterity's sake. =)

I have to say thanks to Sesame Street for making a cute video for little girls who have natural hair. As the mother of a natural child, I appreciate it greatly. See video below.

And if you would like to see Willow Smith's video, see it at Young Black & Fabulous.

TTTEC: FAMILY MATTERS

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 22:22:00 PDT

In today's installment, a young lady, let's call her Theresa, is seeking advice on how to deal with one of her brothers.

Please share your thoughts and ideas. Thanks so much.
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I have two siblings - Ken, who is older than me by 6 years, and Peter who is younger than me by 2 years. Our father was originally married to Ken's mother who died when he was 4. A few years later, daddy married my mom and soon gave birth to Peter and I.

For as long as I can remember, Ken has hated Peter and I. We were never allowed to be alone with him. In fact, a housegirl was always around. Ken would always cause trouble. He would break plates for no reason. Hide my mother's shoes and even take my favorite toys and throw them in the gutter outside our house.

When Peter was only about 4 in age, Ken, who was 12 or 13 at the time, beat Peter into a bleeding pulp leaving our baby brother with a broken arm. I was out with mommy at the time and I can remember how scared she was when she returned and saw Peter in a mess. I can also remember how nervous I was after that. For weeks, Peter would sleep in my bed and not leave my side. Once the holidays were over, Ken was sent to boarding school. That brought some relative calm to the house but only until he returned on holidays.

So, for years, there has been animosity in my family. But particularly between Ken and Peter. I do not know why he hates Peter so much. The tension is always bad during Christmas when everyone comes home and we go to the village for at least a week. This last Christmas, Ken threatened everyone with a cutlass. Granted he was brandishing the thing in the yard and shouting while the rest of us stayed in the house, but it was horrible. And you know that the whole village gathered to see why the first son of the family was behaving like that.

And than 2 weeks ago, I planned a surprise party for my boyfriend at his friend's house. As can be expected, my boyfriend, Akpan, and Ken do not get along. Knowing that, I didn't invite Ken. Somehow, Ken showed up and caused a big scene. He started drinking, got loud and got into a fight with Akpan's best friend. It was so embarrassing. During his drunken rage, he was screaming at me as I tried to calm him down. He called me all sorts of nasty names. He then started shouting about how Peter is the golden child of the family and wants to take his birthright. Again, more embarrassing dramatics. Ken forgets that he dropped out of school while Peter finished college and is now getting experience in a bank before going to business school.

This whole matter is rather stressful and I have had enough. I'm not sure exactly what to do, but I know I have to do something. I am tired of Ken always being a nuisance. I am tired of being hated for unknown reasons. I am tired of always being stressed out whenever Ken is around or might show up. Please, give me some advice.
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BINO & FINO: THE INDEPENDENCE EPISODE

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 22:34:00 PDT

I just watched Bino & Fino's first episode with The ing and his little brother, Bomboy.

Never heard of Bino & Fino? Well, neither had I until someone from the Bino & Fino team stopped by the blog and left a comment in my 'Giving My Kids Some Culture' post (thanks again to everyone who offered such incredible advice). Thank God they did because I waited expectantly to see the first episode and the boys and I were not disappointed.

The boys were thrilled to hear the characters talk about jollof rice and chicken. You know that always makes my kids happy. I particularly liked how the program discussed the matter of Nigeria's independence. It also paid respect to the many other African nations that have or will celebrate their 50th independence this year, 2010, as well.

There were points where we laughed out loud, particularly during the interaction between brother and sister, Bino and Fino. Especially when she dared her brother to prove that there was no school. Oh, and when the kids were asked if they would like a stranger to come to their house and eat all their jollof rice. You have to see the expression on Bino's face. It was classic! The boys loved it.

I would say that although we liked the program, there is at least one change I would recommend. The 'voice' of the characters, Shola Dada, did a very good job. But for children as young as mine, ages 3-5 (yup, TK hits the big 5 in less than 2 weeks, yipee!), I would actually use a distinct voice for each character. The program's narrator pretty much sounded the same for every character. As someone who reads a lot of books to my kids, I know that changing up the voices and sounding more animated or high pitched for some characters versus others, gets the kids to laugh and encourages them to engage beyond listening. In the case of this program, distinct voice changes per character would get kids to begin to truly identify with and invest in the characters.

And with all that said, TK and Bomboy give this program two thumbs up. TK's had mud on them, as he ran in from playing in rain-created mud and Bomboy's thumbs had saliva on them. He manages to suck both fingers all the time. When you tell him to remove a finger, he simply switches to the other thumb. *sigh*

Best of luck to the creators and the entire Bino and Fino team. Me and mine are waiting for the next episode!

TRYING TO RUN AWAY FROM HOME...

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 00:21:00 PDT

I had a very good life growing up, now that I think about it. I had a home, loads of loving family, friends, toys and fun. So, in retrospect, I do not understand why I ever considered running away from home. At the time, I was upset by the chores I had to do and thought I was being maltreated. Please, ask me what chores I had. My job was to clean the dust from glass louver windows. That was it! No dishes. No laundry. No nothing. My 3 year old, Bomboy, has more chores than I did at that time. haha. And yet, at 7 or 8, I thought I had cause to complain, lol!!!!

So, one day, I got the bright idea to run away. I thought to myself that I would simply go hide out in the garage for long enough to make my mom nervous and appreciate me more. I also was convinced that she would then cut out all chores (yes, the hefty one chore I had at the time) an never again give me raw shrimp to peel and de-vein (I will never forget that night. I no know wetin I take do for vex the woman sef).

And so, I announced to my mom that I would be running away. She asked me where I planned on going and I told her that I would go stay with one of our family members because she didn't love me. In typical Naija-momsy fashion, Shine Shine simply smiled and uttered the following words, "Oya, go."

I couldn't believe she called my bluff. I mean, how dare she???? But, I maintained my stiff upper lip and as I pivoted on my heels, my mother issued a simple warning. She informed me that no matter where I went, I would be returned to her house. And then she said the words that could only but instill complete trepidation in Nigerian children at the time. "Don't let gbomo gbomo catch you as you head off on your journey."

AHHHHH! I cannot lie, I was scared out of my mind. Gbomo gbomo were the menace of my Lagos childhood and were known for stealing children and either selling them or using them as part of juju concoction. *horror* Still, I bravely went to the garage, where I drowned in the sorrow of my failed plans and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, it was getting dark and I went into the house to have dinner. I was not chastised and thankfully, was not spanked.

My friend, Pharaoh O, told me about his own runaway attempt that is pure hilarity. The guy tried to run away at the mature age of 13. Not only did his momsy tell him to carry leg and commot from her house, but she also went through his run-away bag. She pointed out to him that the shirts, underwear, and trousers in the bag were purchased by her and thus, her property. Pharaoh O made it as far as the gateman's house, where he had to wait for his father to return from work. His daddy pleaded on his behalf and got him back in the house, lol!

What were we thinking? Some children really have cause to run away. Pharaoh and I didn't.

Na wa.

Did you ever consider running away from home as a kid? Did you try? *grabs popcorn to hear the sordid details*

Have a great week folks.

TTTEC: A MALE 'EKAETTE'

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 22:03:00 PDT

I sometimes tend to talk to a lot of people on Twitter. In fact, I don't know how I manage to maintain 3 or more conversations at the same time within my inbox. Recently, I was up to my usual, chatting with folks in twitter and talking to a friend over Skype when I received a message that threw me off. It went as follows:

"Lol I love d expositions n logical arguements on nigeriancuriosity loads! Life is good ooo! U av refused2fly me over as ur ekaette"

Now, let me admit that I can sometimes be behind popular 'lingo'. I depend on my nieces and nephews to keep me up to date. But, given that I was yarning away, I merely glanced at the message and opted to revisit it at a later time.

And when I did, I realized that I was upset and disappointed that someone would send me such a message. I mean, Ekaette, ke? First of all, the message suggests that this individual should be in a position to 'service' me. Shuo? Na so people dey talk to strangers nowadays? It's weird, guys hit on me, and I don't find it a problem because once most find out I'm married, they politely let things be. This message somehow made me want to go have a shower and wash the e-creepiness off of me. Seriously.

It's funny how disappointed I became once I took the time to read the message some days after I received it. The person who sent it is someone that I actually liked. I understand that I do not 'know' all my 'computer friends', but this message was simply unacceptable. I am however glad that it took days for me to read the message and that the statement was not made to my face. And, I know you are all wondering what I said in response. Honestly, I just didn't respond. I do hope that the culprit will read this post and realize that the message was inappropriate.

Na Wa. But, what do you guys think about this situation? How many of you guys have been propositioned in this manner? I used to say Facebook brings out the worst in people and it seems twitter is becoming similar. *sigh*

TOOTHBRUSHES, TOILETS & A 3 YEAR OLD

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Wed, 06 Oct 2010 05:24:00 PDT

My kids are funny and toothbrushes continue to suffer at the hands of my kids.

Why did I catch Bomboy using his Hulk toothbrush to clean his toilet bowl? And he was doing it in the presence of his big sister and brother who just giggled as they watched. He was using toothpaste which foams up delightfully and must have encouraged his efforts even more. The boy was scrubbing fiercely. When I asked him why he was using his personal toothbrush to clean the toilet, he just said "I'm working, mommmyyeee. Uhn!" (Yes, he added an "Uhn" just to emphasize that my interruption was unbecoming).

lol!

I do not know what got into him. After all, he was supposed to be preparing to go to bed. Our bedtime rotine is a simple process. We have it down to a science now. Brush teeth-use the potty-wash-lotion-get dressed-read a book-pray-tickles-piggy back rides to bed. Where "scrub the toilet with your toothbrush" comes in, is simply not apparent. But, in the mind of a 3 year old boy, that clearly made sense. *sigh*

Source: Ow-Now-Brown-house

(not actual pic of Bomboy's toothbrush in the toilet bowl)

I swear, I couldn't even get upset, frankly. I just told him that when I need him to clean the toilet, I will ask him to do so and that he must never again put his toothbrush in the toilet bowl. He agreed. But, for how long? Now that is the question.

Anyway, how una dey? Thanks so much for the suggestions on how to give the kids some culture. I have a little project coming up that should work to that end. Will let you know when I have a chance to breathe. Life seems so complicated and busy right now. But, everyone is fine, thank God and TE was "Student of the Week" in her 1st grade class recently.

I do have a question I want to ask you guys on Friday sha. I've been wondering about something and realized I should just bring it to the Easier Crew. Hmm, wonder if folks will show up to give me suggestions?

Okay, oh. Until Friday, my good people.

BTW, I'm talking politics on Vera's radio show this Saturday, so please listen in.

Thanks!

"THESE CHILDREN WILL NOT KILL ME!"

noreply@blogger.com (SOLOMONSYDELLE) — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 22:48:00 PDT

Those were the very words that came out of my mouth last night as I spoke with one of my closest friends.

As can be expected, the children in question were mine, of course. Specifically, we were discussing TK and who else but Bomboy. I was explaining to my girlfriend, Ms. M, how the boys were showing me pure, unadulterated pepper. Earlier in the day, the boys decided they needed snow in the middle of summer, and so, they took the white styrofoam packaging from a box of serving dishes and broke it up all over the kitchen floor. Please, have you ever tried to clean up little styrofoam pieces? It is an endless nightmare and just so you know, I have been cleaning up for hours and still finding styrofoam everywhere!

But, the shenanigans did not stop there. Of course not! Haba, is it not my children we are talking about? In the afternoon, after picking TE up from school, we went to the supermarket to pick up some frozen vegetables. Please, tell me why Bomboy chose that excursion to have numerous tantrums? And, repeated tantrums at that. The boy was screaming and misbehaving so badly, I could barely manage to breathe as my head was pounding ferociously. Because a woman recently popped her 13 month old in the face on a plane, people were circling me in the supermarket. Obviously to make sure that I was not abusing the boy. If only they knew the malicious intent with which Bomboy operates when he decides to be naught. *sigh*

So not only was I managing Bomboy's tantrum and being cautious of oyingbo folks watching me with their fingers on their cellphones about to call the police, I also had to navigate another issue. As I have mentioned before, I have Nigerians in my neighborhood. Why were all these Naija folks looking at me like "Ennnhen! Can you imagine the way this woman is allowing her child to behave?" One lady looked as if she was going to yank Bomboy up and whoop his @$$, lol!!!!! Its funny how I can chuckle about the situation now, but that is only because I was able to rant to my girlfriend and get it out of my system.

Anyway, I finally paid up (the cashier was a Nigerian guy who smiled at Bomboy and called him "Onijogbon") and took the kids to the car. There, I walloped Bomboy on his backside. He still was feeling brave sha, because people were walking around the parking lot. I didn't say anything. But once we got home ehn? Well, let's just say, his tears helped him fall asleep. lol! I hate having to shout and especially would rather not spank, but, when it comes to Bomboy, I understand that it is necessary.

So, yes, that is why when my girlfriend asked me what was going on, the only thing I could say was, "These children will not kill me." At least, not anytime soon.

=)