musings, Opinion, Randomness, thoughts

Let People Enjoy Things

 Except you’ve been living under a rock; you already know that the latest thing to have taken over the world is Pokemon Go! Incase you don’t already know, Pokemon Go is a location based reality mobile game that requires you to have an internet compatible iOS or Andriod device which you then use via GPS or Camera to capture, train & battle with virtual creatures ~ Pokemon. One more mobile/internet distraction but hey! People are OBSESSED and I’m sure the creators are so happily smiling to bank… Ka-ching!!!

All seems like clean easy fun and shouldn’t be a big deal right? Yes! Except there have been several reports of people getting shot & killed especially in trigger-happy America when they enter other people’s property in search of virtual pokemons and the home owners mistake them for trespassers/burglars. But there are also the people who have nothing but great things to say about this game; like the mum of an autistic boy who is suddenly interacting with people and seems to be making a lot of developmental progress on the premise of enjoying Pokemon Go. There are also the group of people who infer that anyone who is into the game is childish & jobless [because you should be busy chasing that paper and making bank, not literally chasing some virtual devil creatures] Lol.

What a time to be alive!

However, as expected, there has been a lot of criticisms of this new game and while reading the arguments for/against on twitter the other day, someone tweeted this…….


Such a simple statement yet it has stayed with me since the first day I read it. Since then, there hasn’t been a day I don’t tweet it or say it out loud to myself. Words so simple yet so succinct! Words so simple yet so meaningful and impactful. Words so simple yet so far reaching in consequence &implication. Clearly that advice transcended the pokemon debate for me and suddenly held a far more important implication for me – let people enjoy things.  In other words, live and let live! Basically, tolerate the opinions and behaviour of others so that they too will in turn similarly tolerate your own. It could all be this simple…..



For example, I personally love to eat soggy cereal but so many people will barf at this [until they finally see the light] lol. When I make cereal, I sometimes pop it in the microwave for about 30 seconds to get the milk warm and soak the crunch. I’ve been called disgusting for this and I usually just laugh it off because this cereal is going into my mouth not yours; so why so anal? However, on the flip side, there have been many times I judged people for some of the food choices they enjoy too. Hypocrite much! Let people enjoy things…..

What about our church shenanigans? We dole out severe side eyes to anybody who is dancing too hard or shouting too much or just being hyperactive in general [normal day in a typical Nigerian church] while we are sat in our corner being all poised and chic. Of course, there is always that one brother or sister who always takes things too far [we call it “doing the most”] and roll our eyes at them every chance. No problem! Except, you don’t know their story and even if you did, how exactly is their loudness/hyperactivity affecting you personally? Let people enjoy things….

Don’t we all have that one person/account we love to hate on social media? We scrutinize everything they do or say, we help them count their money, we call them materialistic, we suggest that their lives aren’t nearly as flashy as they try to paint it, we love to moan & bitch about them all the time yet…. We never actually unfollow them. Why? Glutton for punishment? We argue with them about what constitutes their reality and fail to realize that our Sunday best is some people’s meh. See these fingers…. Let People Enjoy Things.

There was a time I could go out EVERY SINGLE DAY and club at least once a week. These days though, the mention of going to a club gives me instant headache and I just can’t anymore. I don’t know what changed, but something did and that’s all well & good. However, I see people who hang up the boots and suddenly start making weirdly condescending comments towards folks who still enjoy that hard core night life. Contrary to popular Nigerian opinion, going hard with the night life scene doesn’t mean the person is jobless or unserious about their life’s priorities. These days I enjoy lounges & chill music better than smoke filled rooms with boom speakers but that’s just me; if someone enjoys the latter, that’s their prerogative…. Let People Enjoy Things.

Say about gay people and their rights, you don’t have to agree with their choices but you also don’t have to actively seek them out and be hateful towards them. What they do in their personal life shouldn’t matter as long as it doesn’t personally affect yours.… it’s so simple. Let People Enjoy Things.

Obviously, some of these are just mundane everyday examples but we carry this behavior into even bigger life issues and it affects our quality of life at work, school, relationships, marriages, etc. where any opinion expressed that is in any way different from ours is deemed stupid/silly or where if anyone shows an interest in something we don’t particularly like or enjoy, we attempt to rubbish. Piss poor!

Imagine a world where we all purposefully lived in this truth – to not try and doctor or police people’s choices about things that have no direct impact on our personal lives – however different those things are to the things we like/enjoy.

Personally speaking, this is not an easy thing for me to do because I can be so set in my opinions and truly hate anything that disrupts my normal BUT I am challenging myself going forward to let people enjoy things; whatever those things are and however far removed they are from my reality. I will……

….…. Let People Enjoy Things.


Will you join me?

What do you promise to let people enjoy? Chime-in in the comments section below.


PS: How have I been? I’ve been fantastic! Thank you guys for the check-ins, I appreciate them truly.

Still a beautiful baby girl :D

I’ve been trying my hands at silhouette photography and below are some of my trials that turned out so well that I think I want to stop playing and truly learn this thing for real. What you say?

This is my fave!

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Anniverssary, Birthday, Family, Fun, Happy,, Holiday, Marriage, May, Weddings

Let’s Play Catch Up, Shall we?

Let me tell you guys the shameful thing that just happened ~ while trying to log on here just now, I forgot my login details… TWICE! *hangs head* It’s been that long…

For the better part of March, all of April and up until yesterday, I have not had ONE day of doing nothing/rest; and I’m only just finding out[much to my disappointment] that I simply cannot do it all. I’m no superwoman, something had to give and sadly the blog was part of the collateral damage.

I’ve been swamped! Proper swamped. Still… I apologise.

Let me get y’all up to speed on the whirlwind that is sometimes my life. See, I meant to share all these as separate posts and that’s exactly why I ended up in this predicament as there was never time and it just kept piling so let me just sparsely share for now, pending when I can be more detailed.

Let’s get to it.


One of my closest [and oldest] friends was getting married and so I [together with her sister] planned and threw her a surprise bridal shower.

No big deal right? Wrong!

First off, I’ve never thrown anyone a shower before so I was the rookiest of all rookies which basically meant, tons of higi haga crinkum crankum gbish gbish gbo gba! Ha ha. But in the end, we pulled it all off, my friend was somewhat surprised [pesky colleague ratted us out].

It was a simple shower, we rented out a suite at Protea and basically had a girlie evening/slumber pyjama party.

We had booze.. of course! I also made my world famous punch!

We had cake and so much food [which I forgot to take pictures of]

We all dressed up in gloves and fascinators like some fancy sophisticated women as we danced, ate and laughed into the night


 We spent the next day poolside, played water games, feasted on some leftovers and generally unwinded.

 It was perfect! She loved it so much, she shed a few happy tears and all was well with the world.


 It was my friend Boki’s birthday and another friend of hers threw her a lovely house party which I was invited to. It was so much fun. I don’t know what it is *cough*old age*cough* but I find that I’d much rather be at a house party these days than out clubbing or a full on dressy-outty type shindig.

Kisses for the birthday girl

 This is definitely top 3 of my favourite photos of us Boks.

If you follow me on snapchat [which I hope you do], I bet you got more than an eyeful of what can happen when Boki and I and the usual suspects get together in one space. Mayhem! Lol.

It was a lovely evening. Happy Birthday Again Boks.



My only brother got traditionally married.

Mr & Mrs Ali Martin Tordue

 As we arrived our in-laws’ village, this banner greeted us at the main road….. I immediately got emotional. It was surreal…..

First Outfit

Our beautiful bride with her maidens

When she found her husband……

When they were tasked with feeding each other… symbolizing their taking care of one another.

Our beautiful bride… Gorgeous smile

My mum simply couldn’t contain herself… She danced and danced and danced and danced all day until night came and when we moved back to our Makurdi home and she was STILL dancing #TrueStory

Mummy and Me

As for me ~ Sister of the Groom ~ I don’t think I need to reiterate how seriously I took my role, by first of all ensuring that I looked the part!

You really should be following my social media pages [snapchat especially] because trust and believe that EVERY angle of this Slayage was very well documented for all to enjoy. Y’all already know I’m vain as hell. Ha ha

Wishing my brother and his new bride the very best of married life. I love you both dearly.


Wednesday, 4th May….. It was my birthday.

If you know me, you know that I love to make a big deal of my birthdays and I start counting down to it from weeks preceding – as evidenced here and here and here from last year.

However, something bigger overtook my day this year…. My friend, who’s bridal shower I talked about up there was finally taking the traditional plunge. ON MY BIRTHDAY. What joy!


It was such a beautiful day.


If I’m being totally honest, I loved that it took the pressure off me and I was so busy running around that I didn’t have time to poke pins in voodoo dolls of anyone who didn’t send me a wish. It’s usually that serious. Ha ha. However, by the time I got to settle down and catch up, the outpouring of best wishes was truly overwhelming. Thank you for every tweet, facebook post, text, call, raven post etc. I appreciate it, may God bless you all.

I couldn’t have asked for a better way to have spent my birthday.


Friday, 6th May [My mum’s birthday]….. she did it in the eyes of God.

So beautiful


Per usual….. I turned up in my Sunday-best [more like Friday-best, but you get me].

I’ve never felt more beautiful in nude makeup


My sister and I


Happy married life to my dear friend Jennifer and her husband Peter. May God bless your new home.

So you see, I’ve had a rather hectic few weeks/month with all the running around and planning, so I hope you forgive me for being awol for so long. I shall do better.

It’s a promise!

If you read all the way to this point, you’re the real MVP and I thank you.

PS: Every single event mentioned in this post has been condensed to the barest but if you were following my social media pages, snapchat especially, you’d have seen that I captured everything in minute detail and I’ve been told it was enjoyable and fun to follow/watch so get on board okay. Besides, sometimes, even when i’m very quiet on here, my social media pages be popping! So do not carry last ehn?!

Snapchat ID: gorgeousbskin

Twitter: @GBTheBlog

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Have a nice week.

Besos xx




Elevator Conversations and Shenanigans

Yesterday my friend and I went to see a movie and then we bumped into another friend of mine Annie who was with his fiance [sporting her gorgeous rock] [ you did great picking that Annie] and they were meeting up with another couple so we all inevitably became a group [Lets call us: The Hilarious Six] seeing as endless belly laughs are guaranteed in Annie’s company… which is always a great thing.

So we are standing waiting for the elevator to come down for like 5 minutes and when it eventually comes, some people who had gotten to the elevator and met us waiting managed to karate chop us out of the way and get in, leaving us *the hilarious 6* all standing outside looking like – really? Annie looks at one of the guy and goes – “Oga even with this your suit & tie, you cannot behave?” Ha ha

BTW Nigerians, proper elevator etiquette [if that’s a thing] insists that you stand aside for people to come out before you rush to get stuffed in like a hot potato. The box isn’t going anywhere, it’s not agege bread.

Anyways, another ride eventually pulls up and at this point we are all standing guard by the door like – I dare anybody to attempt chancing us again”; we all made it in, a few others joined in and we proceeded to commence on the smelliest-sweatiest-saltiest-end of work hours elevator ride of our lives to the 4th floor. When I tell you that ride felt longer than 4 floors, believe me! But that wasn’t even the best part….

Some dude – burly, 9 month old beer belly, 2 shirt sizes too small, sweaty pits, upset and barking into his phone  –“whottayhu saying?!! I’m bigger than that please” “Don’t tell me that rubbish…”

*more gibberish but I forget*”


He was pissed! I’m just looking at him like – sure, you’re bigger :p. I tried to make up a backstory in my head of what the scenario could possibly be – perhaps it’s a girl on the other end trying to belittle him by asking for a bicycle when she could be asking for a jeep; or perhaps it’s those spectranet people that con you into buying data that you’ll hardly use only to tell you it’s finished in 10 days! Or maybe his container just landed and the clearing agent is insisting on a transfer before anything else and as you can see, it’s after bank hours [and internet banking is not for people who sweat & wear baby sized shirts]… Hmph!! All very valid reasons to be so mad in 10 seconds lol.

But, on the real – why are you shouting into your phone [that is probably right by another person’s ear] in an air tight elevator full of people? Do we not even get a choice of what type of conversations to eavesdrop on? Can’t the conversation pause? We all know network doesn’t even hold in there and so you hear alot of “Sorry? What did you say? Ehn?” *major side eye*

On making up backstories…..

Once I met this impeccably dressed Asian chic with a sleek bob haircut on an elevator and by the time we got to my floor, I had managed to convince myself that this chic was some assassin type badass, definitely there for a job [to strangle a bad guy with her pantyhose] and will exit afterwards via a Rapunzel hose hanging from the penthouse a’la Angelina Jolie in Mr & Mrs Smith.

FunFact: Did you know you wont see the number 4 in elevators in many parts of Asia? You’d most likely see 3A in it’s place because the pronunciation for the number 4 sounds like the word for death in chinese and y’all know how Asians take that feng shui shit seriously.

Another time, I rode in uncomfortable silence with a woman who wasn’t holding anything and her help [who had like 5 grocery bags] and imagined her to be like Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada.

By now you can see tell that i’m silly like that – making up backstories in my head for scenarios I know none’ about; all for shits & giggles. Quite the vivid imagination I have.

But really, what is it about elevators that makes people lose their shit? *cough*cough* Solange*

Why can’t people just hold it in for 10 seconds? Like for e.g do not fart when you’re alone in an elevator thinking it’s okay because you’re by yourself because I can deadass guarantee that it’ll stop on the next floor and a very beautiful girl/handsome fella will walk in and proceed to give you the screw face until you get out and the chances of bumping into that same person for the rest of the evening [or days] suddenly explodes exponentially. You can bet on it!

Like the couple I once interrupted – knowing fully well what they’d been doing before I got in;


I stood by the girl’s right, positioned my nose waaaay too close [bye personal space] and proceeded to breathe heavily on her neck until I got off… that’ll teach her! Guilty conscience didn’t even allow her move away, lol

I know…. I’m badly behaved sometimes.

PS: Thankful for every one who’s checked in, i’m fine; just super busy helping with planning for two weddings. How exciting! I’ll gist you guys all about it soonest.

Also still on my happy trail, life is good.

PPS: Do you have an interesting elevator story? You know you wanna share…. indulge me please 😀

Besos xx



Life, musings

Swinging The Wrecking Ball

 Hi lovelies….

What a month I’ve had! I mean yea, it’s called the month of March but it didn’t have to be so literal did it? Even though i’m physically 100%; emotionally & mentally, i’m completely drained.

Last we talked, I did mention I was in the process of moving out of my old home so between figuring that out, securing a new space [while momentarily staring homelessness in the face], dealing with greedy/dubious agents & artisans and an unfortunate mishap requiring drawn out dealings with the police [long story], it’s been a real drain. I’m sitting here writing this, having just returned from the police station and thinking to myself how the difference between a good vs bad day in Nigeria can be attributed to something as simple and basic as Air Conditioning.

BUT… I’m still alive. And kicking it!

In the course of all these, it seems I’ve become somewhat of a recluse; ergo, plenty time to reflect – on past choices and on what’s important today – and I am happy to say that now more than ever, I’m assured that I chose right and I’m on the right path headed towards the big picture.

I also learnt recently that – No one person can be ALL things to you –  It is simply unfair and quite frankly unrealistic to think so. For several reasons, life happens! People will disappoint you [even when they don’t mean to] and it’s just human nature – all intrinsically flawed. Like a friend rightly opined – people mostly mean well but they all have their own personal stuff to deal with and it’s not easy attempting to juggle that coupled with those of friends & loved ones; so for e.g if at any point he’s being a great friend to me, he can almost bet that at that particular time, it just means he’s out there being a bad friend to another because ability, resources & time are finite. ALL FACTS.

However, there is a vast difference between those and the ones who CONSTANTLY let you down so casually without any feelings of guilt [especially when you would break your back trying not to let them down] and you must learn that difference. Something about – Making someone a priority when you’re only an option to them – 

Which leads me to this thing about expectations. Many a fancy quote exists about curbing one’s expectations to avoid disappointments… My! My! how straight-forward and easy it all sounds! However, in the actual application to life’s scenarios, how realistic is that? Every single relationship in life is built on the premise of expectations [whether explicit or implied] and the success or failure of said relationships depends heavily on how those expectations are catered to. For e.g, you expect for your parents to provide for you[till a certain age at least]; you expect for people to treat you with decency, courtesy & respect, a baby expects to be 100% tended to by it’s caregiver, you expect for a friend to help you abuse the life out the boy who broke your heart, you also expect they not go behind your back and do you dirty etc. When a baby’s nappy is full I doubt the parents will think twice about changing them because THERE IS A CODE. As adults, when your emotional sensitivity/vulnerability is pissed on by someone who should know better, it’s a full declaration of all things UN-NICE and at that point, all talks about curbing one’s expectations fly out the window. Fuck that! The only thing you can try to do is to not [knowingly] cause your friends & loved ones stress but where someone already sees you as a liability, you’ve already lost.

See, the thing about human interactions is, it’s a two-way street and you can’t talk about one in isolation of another. You must take the time to assess yourself in any scenario that stung and ensure that what you’re bringing to the table is valuable because, no value – we toss out. No questions! I don’t think people do this enough. So it’s imperative to repeat…..



Tomorrow, I resume police runs but for today…….

It’s fridaaaaaaaaaaaaay, let’s go have fun *splits*

PS: Got some great news today! Will share soonish

*cue happy dance*

Besos xx



Anniverssary, Fun, Happy,, New Year

GB Dot Com is ONE – Thank YOU!!!!!!  

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The blog is ONE!

Can you believe it is exactly a year ago since I typed and sent out the above broadcast to all my contacts, social media pages and everybody’s cat? Time does fly indeed.

See I always wanted a blog; my very own dot com, but feared the commitment involved. However, with the push and encouragement from my closest people especially my friend Shola [thank you babe], I finally jumped in with two feet and boy it’s been one helluva ride.

Let’s do a quick recap, shall we?

Remember when we talked about dealing with Acne?

For sure one of the most interactive [and my most vulnerable] posts I’ve ever had on here. Perhaps, because I was so open with my struggle, I reckon a lot of you had no qualms sharing yours too and we all learnt a lot from each other that day.  So thank you.

What about the time we talked about apologies – How to get them right and how we sometimes screw them up?

Judging from the number of views and interaction, this post is the 2nd most popular post EVER, on here. I loved writing it, I loved seeing how y’all assimilated it and how much it resonated. This post inspired 3 different posts on 3 other blogs from other blog owner-readers and that made me very happy. It’s the best feeling in the world when your words connect with your intended audience on such a deep level. Thank y’all for being so gracious.

The most personal post I ever put up here was my 2014 struggle. Boy what a year that was!

That post had total strangers emailing me to first thank me for being so honest and then going further to share their own personal struggles. Some of the emails I received were so deep that I’d sometimes take a few days to formulate what I thought would make for an appropriate/befitting response. With this post, I realised that alot of people are going through so much in their various lives and creating a safe medium to share can sometimes make all the difference. Thank you to everyone who trusted me with their thoughts and thanks to everyone who sent me best wishes for my own story. I appreciated it all.

And then there was the hilarity from my birthday weekend where I became an unknowing party to strip clubs and dollar bills……[still gat ma money]

Y’all…. when I tell you that I have the MOST RANDOM experiences ever; believe me! Someone told me that when he read that post, it felt like he was there with me while it was happening – a testament to my gisting/storytelling skills ha ha. A lot of you must have also enjoyed it plenty because it did receive tons of shares & interaction. Bad children.

I also had the lovely birthday, the fitness stuff, the cooking, the tedious job search, random shit, rants and tons more. Just look through the archives; it was a very eventful year indeed.


While putting together that quick recap, I realized how much has happened in JUST one year and that to me is the biggest lesson today – that because I attempted to document [and share my journal/journey on here], I can actually look back at it and see VERY CLEARLY how much stuff has happened and how much has changed since the day I took this step [something I would have struggled to see otherwise].

I want to thank you guys, from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me thus far on this crazy ride. Thank you for the support, thank you for the clicks, for sharing with your friends and sharing all over your various social media pages; for subscribing and interacting with me. I truly, truly appreciate you guys and I hope that we continue on in this 2nd blog year.

A quick one: Sometimes, even when I haven’t update the blog, you’ll find me actively posting all kinds of random stuff that I think you guys might find interesting & informative on the various social media pages created solely for the blog. So please, follow these pages to keep up with this train.
Twitter – @GBTheBlog; Instagram – GBTHEBLOG

Don’t forget to also follow me on Snapchat where I’m a mess [but a fun mess if I do say so myself]

Snapchat ID – gorgeousbskin

Like I spent yesterday sharing “Lily Allen has a baggy pussy” and the other day I shared the story of how I came to love my lips. Between everything I share on all these pages, trust me, you’ll be entertained, so click follow okay?

One last thing, don’t forget to subscribe to the blog. You’ll get all content delivered directly to your devices.. and isn’t that so convenient?! Mwaaaaaaaaaaaahxx

Apollo update – 98% better, I kinda like the dreamy bedroom eyes I carry around now. lol


Have a great friday eve …

Besos xx