wellness

Weekend Round-up

 I’m one of those people who rolls my eyes whenever I log on to a blog and the owner is apologizing for being away/too busy/too whatever to post new content; only to inevitably disappear again. I mean, what’s the point? You know you’re going to disappear again because life doesn’t ever slow down and it’s a rat race. We get it.

 I don’t want that to become the story of me and this blog – going off, coming back, apologizing, and inevitably going off again – No! Let’s not do that here! So one of the things I promised myself when I decided to have my very own dot com was to never allow myself become a slave to it; in that I’d be feeling bad/guilty when I haven’t updated. I mean, I love to talk/share, it’s the reason I even thought to start this in the first place so please trust that if I anything I deem worthy of sharing, I will.

I have moments in my personal life when the highlight of my day is having a cold bottle of coke so except you want to be regaled with tales of my coke drinking expeditions, please make peace [as I have done] with the fact that there will be days, weeks, maybe months even where I do not update this space at all; and it doesn’t mean anything is wrong. Sometimes though, when I’m quiet [especially on here]; it means the inspiration is just not there and I’m sort of moping about with at least 10 incomplete drafts floating about but nothing quite done; and since those days make up a major/legitimate part of my story, I embrace them all.

I say all these to say, if you ever refresh this page and nothing new pops up, it’s just for the simple fact that I have nothing new to share [or it’s cooking]. When I have it though, I won’t need any cajoling or blackmailing. It’s super sporadic on here – 3 posts back to back some days; nothing at all on other days. I have no schedule; I just want this to be as organic as possible.

Thank you.

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My friend’s mum died in a tragic car crash 2 weeks ago and it’s honestly the saddest, most painful thing I’ve experienced as an adult. Death in any form is painful; the death of a relatively young parent even more so; but the death of an otherwise healthy parent whose life just ends so abruptly [and in such a tragic manner] when there’s still so much living to be done, can never be easy. It was truly such a shock to us all.

When I heard about it, I had so many questions and none of them could be answered. But as a Christian, we are encouraged to take solace in the sovereign will of God knowing that his thoughts towards us and his will for us is perfect. And so, while we may not understand the why, God knows why and that’s enough.

I remember her as one of the most vivacious persons I’ve ever known – so fun, hearty, loud, lover of red lips and Star lager beer  and ever so full of exuberant life.  Mummy, may your soul continue to rest with the lord and I pray for strength for the ones you left behind. Amen.

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While I was in Benue [for the funeral], my niece had this weird infection in one eye and the doctor said it was an allergy so we all didn’t think much of it. So imagine my shock when I got back to Abuja and in a few days woke up one fine morning with my own red eye. IT WAS APOLLO OMG!!!

In the first few days, the redness was in just one eye so I spent my time trying to hide it, taking one sided selfies and all lol

 

But by day 3, there was no hiding it. It was a full blown fiery volcano. My entire face was swollen.

 

I looked like I got jumped!

 A friend of mine said that perhaps my big mouth had finally caught up with me and maybe I didn’t want to tell the truth so I was lying saying it was apollo lol. Because, it was truly hard to believe this was JUST apollo. Last time I had this shit, I was a child so I don’t remember it being so painful. It hurt! My eyes felt like stones, when I bent down it felt like they were going to fall out of their sockets, I always had a banging headache and was in a general pissy state. Real shitty.

With this, I basically spent valentine’s day in bed feeling sorry for myself. Nobody got me anything which is cool because I didn’t get anybody anything either [all is fair in love & war right?].

Anyways, my eyes look a lot better though so thank God.

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Currently moving. It’s sad, and rough and nostalgic and beyond stressful.

Please send pizza and chicken wings.

Thanks in advance.

PS: The blog has it’s own Instagram page now, it’s – @GbTheBlog. Please head over to instagram and follow for all things blog related and lots more.

PPS: Follow me on snapchat – ID: gorgeousbskin – where I clown & complain & freak out about everything and nothing.

 

Besos xx

S.


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Fun

Wedding glam [2] – Red Lips Edition

How does one go from attending zero weddings in an entire year to attending 2 [back to back] in one month?

[Answer: Let’s ask my friends Boki & Achike]

Anyways, following this wedding glam from the other Saturday, another Saturday rolled by and your’s truly was invited…. again! Perhaps I am starting to secretly love weddings. Horror!

So what do you do when you want some quick glam but have no time to sit and spruce it up for hours? Red lips! You can never go wrong with one and that’s exactly what I did. 

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 photo-8.jpeg TIJT9654[1]ICNN9238[1] And I just kept on snapping… a million selfies, a million filters…..

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Boks of life! #RedLipGang

Achike & his 1000 watt smile

Oh and I snapped the entire glam process so if you aren’t following me on snapchat yet…… why ever not?  

SnapChat ID – gorgeousbskin

This could be a postcard uno *winks*

        Yes I am vain and I know it. Sorry, not sorry.

My friend Dooshima suggested I start a #GetReadyWithS type posts and I’m loving the idea so look out for that. Soon-ish.

Valentine’s is exactly 7 days from today; what y’all doing?

  I hope y’all have an amazing week & weekend.

PS: This post is dedicated to the loving memory of a dear mother/wife/friend/colleague and all round amazing person – Prof. Mrs. Regina O. Ode; the original red lip rocker. May your vivacious soul rest with the Lord, Amen.  

Cheers.

Besos xx

S.

 


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musings

What’s your Love language 

Sometimes I have a hard time falling asleep at night and when that happens, my mind just drifts all over the place [it tends to do that at odd hours]. I started reading old whatsapp conversations and one in particular got me thinking about how differently each of us receives & acknowledges the gestures of love/affection directed at us and where the disconnect that tends to create drama usually sets in. So I hit my twitter with a little dose of deep…. Question:

I got some pretty interesting responses [see below for a few].

 

  

All very interesting, right?

Which leads me to this thing about love languages; which I’m sure you’ve heard/read about. But if you haven’t already –  according to Gary D. Chapman in his acclaimed book – The Five Love Languages –  there are 5 love languages.According to Gary, every single one of us understands one [or a combination] but we all ultimately tend to gravitate more towards one.  [You can read more about it here www.5lovelanguages.com]. There’s even a test on there to help you determine your own love language. PS: Mine is predominantly – Acts of Service [I think it’s the only one that encompasses little bits of all the other languages] & Receiving gifts [not to be mistaken for materialism]

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Usually, when love languages are discussed, they are discussed from the POV of the receiver, i.e. the person who is positioned at the receiving end of the gestures that make up said language. So for e.g. because I prefer – Acts of Service – I expect that my loved ones or anyone looking to catch my attention in a love thing should show me how much via practical helpful gestures. It means that someone can tell me how much they love me day & night, even until hell freezes over but if those beautiful grandiose words aren’t accompanied by actual gestures that make my everyday day-to-day life easier, then we are both wasting each other’s time really.IMG_1473It then follows that I also tend to show my love to the people I love in the same way by trying my best to ease their day-to-day life – perhaps you need laundry dropped off and I have time – I will, perhaps I noticed your nepa units are running out and you’re out of town – I’ll top up so the stuff in your refrigerator don’t get to ruins, perhaps you’re out of town and the house got dusty – I’ll send someone to clean for you so you get back to a clean home feeling less overwhelmed. Sister needs new bras and I’m ordering mine – I’ll add hers, brother had a long day – I’ll leave a home cooked meal etc.  I know a friend of mine who said the most romantic thing anyone ever did for her for valentine’s was to replace the worn out tyres on her car that needed immediate attention. Very Practical.

However, I feel like we forget to think about this from the POV of the person on the giving end of the equation.  They have a love language too and what if theirs doesn’t match yours? For e.g. a person whose love language is – Physical Touch – expects tons of PDA from their partner but what if said partner is not into PDA? But they always send gifts [a language] and tell you how much they love you [affirmation]? In this scenario, they’re showing love in the way they know & understand it but is it connecting? When our loved ones speak a different love language, it may come across as though they aren’t doing enough but is that really true? And is it to fair to them that we are receiving it wrong?

CONTEXT:

I sometimes fight with my brother when I feel he’s just not pulling his weight when I need him to which can make me feel like he doesn’t know me at all. However, I have overheard my brother [without even speaking to me first] vehemently defend me in my ‘absence’ to someone. One time when I was doing my detox, he brought me a bagful of fruits, completely unsolicited.  What about that time when he mentioned in passing how his life has been so much easier since I moved back to Nigeria. Make of that what you will.

Then there’s my mother who has forgotten my birthday one too many times. I mean, who forgets their own child’s birthday? Does that mean she doesn’t love me? But before I answer that, who has held the forte for nearly 2 decades since our dad passed, who has consistently bailed me out of some tough moments, who has prayed for me every day of my life, who always asks me “do you people have enough?”, who thinks the world of me etc. But who also forgets my birthdays? Yea.

What about the guy whose vibe is too relaxed in his pursuit of you? Yes. How frustrating! You know he likes you; heck you like him too [a lot] and so you wish he’d be more brazen in his attempt to woo you. That he’d text more, call more, thirst more. You wish you’d wake up to loving morning messages that add an extra pep in your step the rest of your day and go to bed with a bump on your forehead because your phone fell out of your hands as you were giggling too much reading his messages in bed at night. Instead you get scheduled calls; you sometimes get grumpy mono-syllabic responses and a generally lacklustre turkey dance that makes you wonder if one of you is being forced to keep up the charade. Alas!

While I think all 3 scenarios have an underlying theme, they are also very different illustrations.

My friends on twitter make a great case that love is about making an effort to learn your partner’s style/love language and that stepping out of character/comfort zone in itself shows a willingness to bring what it is your loved one needs from you to the table. In addition, every time you speak one another’s language, you score emotional points that do great for your relationships. However, until that desired sync is achieved, does that mean they love you any less? I’d love to hear from you guys…..a0d3fb83def75c824958bda76373ade6

So lemme ask again…….

“If someone isn’t showing you love in the way and manner that you prefer & understand, does that mean they’re not showing you love?”

Please sound out in the comments please.

Besos xx

S.


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DIY, Fun

Wedding Guest Glam

So, your’s truly was a wedding guest over the weekend and decided to do her own makeup. By Herself.

I had to choose between a bold smoky eye/nude lips or simple eyes/red lips. Because it was an evening wedding and I’ve rocked many a red lip recently, the smoky eye look won. Countless youtube tutorials later, I said a little prayer to the makeup gods to be merciful [seeing as a smoky eye is one of the trickiest] and I set to it.

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Even I had to pat myself on the back like woah! I mean, look at the perfection of that eye. Not one stroke out of place.

I wasn’t wearing falsies with this look because I just don’t know how to put them on myself. No matter how hard I try, I always end up tearing up so much that it ruins my makeup. So instead of bothering, I simply made my mascara prove its worth by applying 3 coats – one minute intervals in between.

 **warning – selfie overload**

By the time I finished my contour, I was like wuuuuuuuuuu….. Hello cheek bones! Slasher Fierce. Lol

Nothing gets you that perfect selfie like when you find your light. Lighting is everything.

And then I let my hair down………….   

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Worked out perfectly and I was happy with what I created. Do you like?

Perhaps it’s time to add MUA to my resume… lol

Have a great week ahead guys

Besos xx

S.


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Happy,, Holiday, Life, New Year

How I Spent My Holiday – LAGOS

Chuckles at the title of this blog post. Who remembers when we used to write those “How I Spent My Holiday” essays in primary/secondary school? The lies yo! “My daddy took our entire family to disneyland”, yea, if there was a Disneyland in Makurdi then sure! smh

Anyways……Lagos!

What a city!

Sucks you in, seduces you, makes you fall in love with it, then completely exasperates you and when you think you’ve gotten to the point where you’re definitely done, she sucks you right back in with her seductively enticing energy! It’s no secret I have a love-hate relationship with Lagos…. This holiday though, it was mostly love. Alot of loving. I’m afraid i’m loving Lagos a little more than is healthy and that worries me.images

What did I do? Plenty!

If you follow any of my social media pages then you already have a good idea, so consider this post a wrap up of my amazing holiday and the amazing time I’ve these last couple of weeks.

1. I took pictures. Alot. Of myself, of food, of things. Vanity is my biggest sin.

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2. I ATE! Alot. I also drank my weight in cocktails.

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 3. Indulged & satisfied all my sweet tooth cravings.

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**Notice how I categorized my deserts separately from the food? Reason: Food is for the stomach; desert isn’t. Desert doesn’t go to the stomach, it goes to the heart**

4. Had a lovely Christmas. Got gifted this beautiful mug. I love it.

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5. Met someone.

6. Went to the beach.

6.  Caught a nasty flu/chesty cough bug. Still dealing with it. Lots of un-sexy coughing, not cute at all.

7. Went to see Wakaa The Musical. Loved it.

8.  Fasted into the New Year and spent crossover night in Church. Prayed like I’ve never prayed before – with spiritual anger. I’ve set my year in motion for good, 2016 about to be lit!

9. Went to the beach. Again.

 

 10.Went on a date.

11. Alot of nothing. That good type of lazy nothingness. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

12. Did not exercise AT ALL. Not even for a day. Je ne regrette rien.

I was NOT!! ha ha

On my last night, I sat at the cafe [Inspiro Galleria] and just chilled…. whispering about nothing & everything with this really sexy guy I just met.


Indeed, I had an amazing holiday.

Back home now [in Benue] eating loads of pounded yam and genger. Next week, I’ll dust the trainers & see about a detox plan.

So you see….. My 2016 is already off to an incredibly great start.

How’s yours going? How was your holiday?

Besos xx

S.


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