I thought my hair wasn’t growing! Length check.




This is my second length check since I big chopped, the last one was done at eight months. This is now seventeen months after big chop, that is a year and five months. Before I go into the details, it is christmas once again. Yay! That means my birthday too♥. There’s so much to be thankful for, so much to look back on and more importantly so much to look forward to. I can’t believe the year is come to an end already.



So this year I paid more attention to the health of my hair than the length and I am pretty pleased with the results. My hair has a slow growth rate of about 4 to 5 inches per year, but closer to 4 inches. I’ve had two trims done since bc and that might have contributed to less length, but it helped me maintain stronger hair. At this rate I’d say 2019 looks promising.



Back to my topic. I actually thought my hair wasn’t growing. I am relieved to see that it is. Hair is currently at six inches and I am due for another trim this month. This is hair from front, side and back.


Back length 6″


Side 5.5rate 

Front/growth rate


My hair started breaking around October and I’ve been trying to figure out what the problem was. I increased moisture spraying, but that didn’t work. My hair was literally becoming weaker. Thankfully I figured it out. I haven’t done a protein treatment in months. I stated in one of my previous posts a long time ago that I literally hate deep conditioning. I know my hair needs it and I know what it does, but I can’t bring myself to like it so during washdays I’m usually trying to get it over with as quick as possible. I never thought I would actually forget. I am fully repentant and one of my goals for 2019 would be to looove deep conditioning.


My regimen will be changing shortly due to my schedule, but I will still be using around the same products. I will update regimen as soon as I get the hang of it. You can check my regimen by clicking the menu button.


Thank you.

Merry Christmas!


The Plight of Doubra

Mother never chided us in public. She simply said, “your space is almost full Abinla”, “This is your fifth entry Doubra” or “you are my fifth candidate for the month Ebitari”. She had a log, a big brown book with gold specs and red rims on it. She documented each of our offences by date and presented them to Baba at the end of the month.

Baba was in the armed forces, a soldier serving in Ibadan at the time. He only came home for three days at the end of the month – the day he arrived, the day after and the day he left. During these days, our house was full of laughter and energy because Baba radiated life whenever he was around. He had a way with children. I remember him tossing me round our house when I was little and doing the same to Ebitari years later. He would buy gifts for anybody whose names appeared in mother’s book more ‘’you little miscreant eh! I see you have gotten your mother’s attention this time’’. Soon enough we started competing for the position of highest troublemaker. The twins always came out on top because they were specifically made for trouble. But our offences started numbering up to 20 so Baba said he would keep on rewarding us as long as our name appeared on the good side more. Mother didn’t react to any of this so we thought that she wasn’t aware, but that evening she made Baba’s favorite meal, Pounded yam and Genger soup. Baba liked Yam to a fault and he was the only one that enjoyed dinner that night.
The rest of us preferred mother’s delicacy which she cooked every weekend at the fireplace at the back of the house because it took too long to cook. She would sing while cooking, native songs of war and love. Her voice was beautiful and different. Mother said she used to sing with the other girls in the village when she was much younger. They would sing for the soldiers passing the village for supplies. Their voices, soothing their wounded souls. Soon it became a ritual and we started soloing during the weekends with mother. Abinla had the first Saturday of the month, I had the second. The twins got every third Saturday, but only Ebiye sang; Bide refused because he believed singing was for girls. Ebitari was the only one who didn’t have a stable Saturday because Baba always came home at that time of the month, then mother would have to cook Tiv dishes so there was no need to do the singing. Tari was constantly clingy towards Abinla and she complained about it until mother said “you are becoming too old for such things anyway, maybe you should be removed so the others can have more space”. My sister kept her mouth shut afterwards. We craved mother’s attention and if Saturdays were the only day we could have it then no one was willing to let go.

Mother was a Kebbian beauty whom Baba “won as a trophy when he served in Gwandu”. That was what he said to the Sergeant at the roadblock when he had him beaten in jail for wooing mother. Mother said she fell in love with his charm and big stature. Of course she didn’t tell us such things, it was all in her big book. But when Baba asked for her hand in marriage, her father turned him down. Times were rough in Kebbi and the land had lost many of her sons in the brutal war. He didn’t lose his legs in the war only to have his daughter lose her husband and the father of her children and he had seen enough bloodshed. Her father told Baba that as long as he (Baba) was remained in the army, he couldn’t marry his daughter. Mother gave herself to Baba without the consent of her father. When grandfather found out, he got furious so she fled to Baba’s camp where he married her secretly because she was already with child. The day Abinla was born, there was merry in the camp. Abinla was the first baby girl to be born in a long, long time. “A girl born by Zara would wow heads”, they said. “She would surely fetch a lot of money”. Baba was drunk with joy so he named her Abinla, a name befitting a princess. But when mother took the baby to grandfather, he said to her “come back when you have a son, Zarau”. I was born the following year and mother cried because a baby boy would restore her starined relationship with grandfather. Baba christened me Disemi meaning Gods work, but mother called me Doubra meaning desire.
Baba was deployed that year to Benue, but his people did not receive mother well. They had prepared a Tiv wife for him already, “a nice girl from a good family, not this Hausa scag”, his people said. “What were those things clutching to her? Ha! Not even a son….Baba ought to do a paternity test and send this thing away”. Baba took mother quietly and came to Lagos so as to find peace. When I was two, mother gave birth to a set of twins, a boy and a girl. Her joy was boundless and this time Baba let her choose the names. The boy she gave Ebide meaning I am now successful and the girl was called Ebiye meaning A good thing. When the twins were three months old she sent a telegram to grandfather.
* I have Baba a son now*
* His name is Ebide*
He is three months old

The reply came a month later from her brother, Samad.
Baba is dead
He died in April
Why didn’t she send the letter earlier? Baba would have heard before he died. She shouldn’t worry anyway because what is done is done. Grandfather died happy because Anaette his wife from Senegalese had a bouncing set of twin boys before his stroke. Maybe mother should come for their birthday in November. Mother didn’t acknowledge the letter and she didn’t go in November. She took in the next year and gave birth to girl. Baba called her Ebitari because he hoped the baby would bring good love back into their lives, but something died in mother with her father’s death.

By the end of the year, Baba was transferred and started coming home once a month and when I was in SS1, he stopped visiting regularly. I didn’t miss him too much. Maybe because I was concerned with other things, like the boy in my class Bolu who always complained that I was too tall for a girl my age or because I had just started my period and the joy of becoming a woman was no longer a thrilling idea because it was frustrating to live like that for the rest of my life, but when I didn’t see it the next time I ran to Abinla. Pregnancy wasn’t included in my agenda and I couldn’t tell such things to mother, one embarrassing report was enough. Abinla allayed my fears and they subsided soon after that. However, Baba’s infrequent visits worried me when the duration started increasing. I worried that he would leave us because he was tired of the family. I had heard stories about divorce and broken homes. I didn’t want to be an example of such for people. These fears drove me to mother’s room when she was not around, that was where I found her book, the one she wrote her story. I found letters from Baba as well. I didn’t finish the book that day, but I read it through that year. It changed things in our lives so when Ebiye had her tubes tied and Bide decided to become a Catholic Priest, mother didn’t ask questions but we knew. Baba didn’t leave us, he kept coming back month after month till he retired. He died a year after retirement of a heart attack. At the funeral, Ebiye said mother killed him. Tari countered her, it was simply his time, but that was the last time mother saw Ebitari. She went back to England and didn’t come for Abinla’s wedding.

Ebiye told me a year later that she and Ebide still said mass for Baba in America. I was the only one that stayed in Nigeria. I didn’t leave when Bolu got that teaching job in America, the one he called his dream job. I didn’t leave when he advised that I have the baby in America. ‘’for someone as tall as you are, being scared of flying is a strange thing. You see things a little higher than every other person don’t you?’’ Bolu asked once.
‘‘But you are taller than me, does it seem that way when you are in the plane?’’
He chuckled, ‘‘but you are still the tallest girl I know’’
‘’Not too tall for my age I hope’’
‘’Goodness no! You are just perfect’’.
“Being tall has nothing to do with flying you know?”
‘’True’’ he sighed and left it at that.
It was easier to let Bolu believe that I was scared of flying. Maybe I couldn’t leave because of the tie I had with mother or because Baba was in the solid earth behind our old house and I was waiting for mother’s approval before I could leave.
“She has been gone for a year!” Bolu yelled when we had that argument.
“You need to move on Doubra” He said when he filed for divorce months later, but I signed the paper without a glitch because I knew that even If I thought about it, I couldn’t leave mother. Not yet.

3 ways to stay healthy on a campus diet



Mini beehive here.



Life on campus as a Nigerian student is widely known and accepted to be a stressful one. From

classes to tutorials to cyber cafes and back again. Where is the time for proper health care? For

workers,schooling becomes extra hectic. Diet is one aspect of our lives that suffers

tremendously as a result of school and the result can be detrimental to our  health later in life.

Here are a few ways to stay healthy while on a campus diet.



Early morning lectures is definitely not a new thing and it prompts a lot of students to ignore

breakfast in a bid to meet up with classes,but it should not be an excuse. Breakfast is a meal

that should not be ignored and it doesn’t have to be extravagant either. A simple bowl of cereal

or pap,a cup of milk or some fruits can go a long way in kickstarting your metabolism for the


2 . Replace canned drinks with water


She’s making the right choice

This is one of the best choices you can make for yourself concerning dieting while on campus.

It may sound like a cliche to say canned drinks aren’t’t healthy enough,but its true. Water

flushes out toxins and aids digestion thereby preventing unnecessary bloating and grogginess.

This will help to keep you active throughout the day. A lot of students complain about the

expense of meals while in school,but the equivalent price of a bottle of drinks 10 sachets of

water. That is 10 times the quantity of the drink and if water is too plain,natural drinks like zobo,

kunu aya are still healthier choices and the only cost half the price. This boosts our body

system and pockets as well.


A vital area to pay attention to. Junk should be a big no at this time. A proper meal preferably

rich in fibe along with your choice of fruits would be a better choice for your body. Our body

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Citizens plight : Episode 1

I stood under the scorching

heat of the sun. It was early March and

everywhere in the country was usually hot

by this time of the year, but Gwagwalada

seemed to have taken the biggest share of

the heat. My friends often joked that

Gwags was N50 Okada to hellfire. I often

wondered how true it was, sometimes the

heat was so much that you wondered

which of the gods you offended. I

remember my first time coming from the

village. How elated I was when my Aunt

told me that I could come and live with her

in Abuja. I dreamed for days imagining the

beautiful scenery of the prestigious city

though I didn’t know much, but I pieced

the little I had seen from Nollywood. Abuja

would be as beautiful as Lagos, perhaps

better with tall buildings and numerous

cars on the street, always in a hurry. Little

did she know that their sojourn wouldn’t

excede the intro of the city.

Length check: 8 months post BC!

Hi guys!
Long time no post eh?

Compliments of the season and I hope you’re having a beautiful Easter?




My hair’s 8 months already whoop whoop! Only 4 months left in our first year. This is my first length check, I was going tô wait till a year before doing a length check,but then again, why not now so here goes:


Front length roughly 3.5″


Side/middle: same


Back length 3.7″

For the first time in forever my hair’s is longer at the back . I don’t have a problem with it, but I wonder why hmmm?




My regimen has been simple as promised:
I wash and condition weekly except when in a protective style. Deep condition at least once a month and a protein treatment once in 3 months. After every wash I do the LOC method and spritz with water then seal with oil every other day. My staple oils are olive oil, peanut oil, palm kernel oil and sesame seed oil which I use separately. I intend to add coconut and castor oil to the team cos your girl needs some thickness in her hair.

I have trimmed once, at 6 months and will do another in July unless my hair demands otherwise. Oh I sleep with a satin bonnet almost every night LOL, but it really help and I’m sticking with this regimen as long as my hair keeps responding. This is what we look like in mini twists,my current hairstyle.




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A Day Away!


-To Ezeigwe Chioma Juliet, CEO Da Jules World.

If zeal and passion were communicable diseases, hers would infect the whole world!

-To every woman who has been abused physically, emotionally and psychologically, you’re not alone. Stay strong!







I’m standing on the balcony of our apartment watching my younger brother Dozie play with his friends from school. Our house, a 1970 green and yellow colonial was a two bedroom flat on the second floor of a three storey building owned by a Yoruba man known to everyone as PA Egede for he was a driving force for peace in our community. Mama said that was why she chose the house. The rusted brown of the roof and the worn out exteriors reminded me of UBE schools in Port Harcourt and sadly of Papa. Dozie was the only excited fellow when we moved. He always wanted to live in ‘upstairs ‘ and his exuberance on the day we moved in was quite exhilarating that it made Mama laugh so hard I thought she would cry.

Mama seldom laughed now, she didn’t seem to have the time, perhaps she doesn’t want to. Being an early riser, Balogun market welcomed her with open arms where she sold foodstuff, women’s clothing and accessories . Iyabeji, our neighbor downstairs sometimes joked and called Mama a jack of all trades,to this Mama always smiled and replied “you only live once “. Maybe Mama would come in any moment now and Iyabeji , in between measuring garri and calling the twins to order would joke with Mama again and ask her a thing or two about the day’s sale just so that I would see her smile in that manner she was with outsiders, her crease perfectly disguised.

I was drawn back by an incessant tugging at the hem of my dress. China, our youngest and my son was awake, barely a year and clueless about our reality. He was a product of Papa’s untamed libido. The toddler opened his arms to me and I couldn’t fight the tear that slipped. Mama wouldn’t come home till dark not for the love of her trade,but because she couldn’t bear to look upon her grandson fathered by her husband, ex husband.

” I’m sorry Nne” she said that night. It was the last time she cried. Bays of ice born,maybe time will heal.

The end.



It’s my birthday!

        Merry Christmas !  How’s the year ending for you? Beautiful I hope! 



Today is my birthday and I am excited to see this day.  2017 wasn’t easy all through, but it was a tremendous one for me because I have learnt alot, grown and I’m better than I  was yesterday, standing strong.



I initially wanted to do a #20thingsI’mgratefulfor post,but when I put it all together I realise that there is only one thing I’m  truly grateful for and that’s my #life. Because I have this life I can dream, I can hope,I can become better, I can grow, I can be successful,I can be happy and above all I can love.


I know that the journey might not always be smooth,but where there’s life there’s hope and where there is a will, there’s always a way.



That being said, coming up right after this is a story I ought to have posted a while ago,but didn’t due to unforeseen circumstances.  It’s my gift to you. I hope you like it

PS : It’s a very short one!









Thank you!


4 Ways to keep your skin moisturized during the harmattan season

A typical Nigerian would understand how hard it is to cope during the dry season because of  the dreaded harmattan,for with harmattan comes cold and dryness and brittle skin and chapped lips. Growing up, I hated harmattan,I do have dry skin and the season only made it worse. My skin cracked, it was painful and I don’t like cold weather so harmattan is still a no for me.


If you can relate to this or have dry skin, these tips should be helpful:

Just cute!

  1. Up your water game

There is no better way to hydrate your skin than from the inside. Water flushes out toxin,boosts the immune system and improves skin complexion, so why not drink more? Whatever quantity of water you drink  per day, add a litre to it. You would see rapid changes and feel more energized.


  1. Some more oil

Oils are really good moisturizers and  they contain healing properties as well. They provide a good balance for your Ph level and constant use would blend out harsh lines and reduce wrinkles. This is a really good one for me as it nourishes my skin, olive and sesame seed oils are my favorite,but you can use whichever suites you. I’ve been doing this regularly with step 1 and I don’t need to do 3 anymore.


  1. Try the LOC  method

LOC stands for Liquid-Oil-Cream in that order.  The LOC method is widely known in the natural hair community and is effective in combating dryness and retaining moisture.  My hair thrives on this although my hair recently has been favouring OLC(oil-liquid-cream) and LOL(liquid-oil-liquid) method.  I’m yet to understand it, but that’s story for another day Lol.  LOC is a simple process, leave your skin damp with water after bathing,massage skin with oil of choice then seal with a cream or butter( shea butter) or a lubricant as well(eg petroleum jelly). This would leave your skin moisturized all day long.

  1. Use a mild soap

Number 1 to 3 would be in vain if your bathing soap contain harsh chemicals.  They strip your body of nutrients and leave your skin dry and could cause long term damage. Ingredients like parabens, sulfates, fragrance, triclosan etc should be avoided.  Embrace natural based ingresients,they would soothe, refresh and leave your skin moisturized and nourished.


Thanks for reading and I  hope this was helpful, till next time.







Dandruff Saga: salt as an exfoliant !

I’ve  had dandruff for as long as I can remember and it has been a constant struggle for me with the flakiness and itchy scalp.  Dandruff  is the shedding of  dry skin cells from the scalp. There are two types, wet(caused from oily scalp)  and dry dandruff (from dry scalp).  I have dry dandruff and I used to treat it with medicated creams  basically grease which  temporarily soothed my scalp, but in the long run caused damage to my hair because it was clogging the pores and drying out my strands.




After my cut I decided to sort out natural and healthier ways to treat the dreaded condition and I came across salt. Since I was gradually going crazy with the itching, this caught my attention.  It is said to help loosen flakes,cleanse the scalp thereby getting rid of built up dead skin cells. My my, isn’t this what I need? Plus it’s super affordable and other benefits inlude:


  • Hydrating skin cells
  • Excess sebum removal

-Relieves hair disorder

  • and is a natural antibiotic.  Yup I was definitely going to try this.



How I use?



                  There’s  more than one method of application,but I prefer this since its actual exfoliation.  First I prepoo with olive and coconut oil for 30 minutes,spray hair damp with water(to ease the scalp massage) then I generously apply salt on my scalp and massage for 5-10 minutes. Salt is already coarse so there’s  no need to apply too much force when rubbing, it should give a soothing effect if done right. Afterwards I shampoo thoroughly and condition. 



The first try relieved my scalp immensely and I’m grateful for that.  I repeated this procedure once a week for 3 weeks and once in 2 weeks after.  My hair has improved considerably  with minimal itching though still has a little debris, but I expect that would go completely with time.

I now do this once a month as my hair doesn’t itch anymore and I’m careful not to oil my scalp too much.


Braids by Moi !

There’s a strict warning not to use salt if there’s a wound or skin damage and not to apply on dry hair cos it might injure the scalp and provoke more breakage.  Trust me you don’t want to do any of those.


That’s it, I’ll catch y’all next time!