What I Wore – Ministry Of Enjoyment Outfit Inspo 13.11.22

What I Wore – Ministry Of Enjoyment Outfit Inspo 13.11.22

SHEIN Marble Print Mini Halter Dress

Size M (usually a 10)

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Backless Ruched Solid Halter Dress

Size M (usually a 10)

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Minimalist Toe Post Heeled Sandals

Size 5/38 (would recommend size up)

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Tie Dye Cut Out Bodycon Dress

Size M (usually a 10) – this came up bigger so I would go for a S if you’re a 10

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Black dress – size M

https://a.aliexpress.com/_uWOgBa

Backless Blue dress – Size M

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What I Wore – Black Dress Haul

What I Wore – Black Dress Haul

https://femmeluxe.co.uk/black-bardot-organza-sleeve-bodycon-mini-dress-kaya size 10
https://clubllondon.com/products/black-exaggerated-puff-sleeve-gathered-mini-dress?variant=39354623492138 size 10
https://femmeluxe.co.uk/black-satin-mesh-long-sleeve-bardot-mesh-mini-dress-collins size 10
https://femmeluxe.co.uk/black-bardot-cowl-neck-ruched-midi-dress-malia Size 10
https://www.stylink.it/a7b1T3gAY size 10

What I Wore – Aliexpress Haul

What I Wore – Aliexpress Haul

Locs: https://www.aliexpress.com/item/1005001265815481.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.27424c4dDQ4T0n

White halter neck dress (small) : https://www.aliexpress.com/item/4000790487531.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.17264c4dBiU7i4

Brown cami(S): https://www.aliexpress.com/item/4001219230675.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.17264c4dBiU7i4

Aztec trousers(medium): https://www.aliexpress.com/item/33015992496.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.27424c4dDQ4T0n

Sunglasses: https://www.aliexpress.com/item/4001339087074.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.27424c4dDQ4T0n

Pink co-ord (M): https://www.aliexpress.com/item/4001253324794.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.27424c4dSZ47Pn

Tie-dye dress (M): https://www.aliexpress.com/item/1005002313355527.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.27424c4dSZ47Pn

mini bag: https://www.aliexpress.com/snapshot/0.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.27424c4dSZ47Pn&orderId=3011771851498489&productId=4001159433892

Knitted V neck white dress:https://www.aliexpress.com/item/1005002416503158.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.27424c4dSZ47Pn

Orange long sleeve maxi dress (S) https://www.aliexpress.com/item/4000544325296.html?spm=a2g0s.9042311.0.0.27424c4dSZ47Pn

Book Chat: Children of Blood and Bone and Virtue and Vengeance

Book Chat: Children of Blood and Bone and Virtue and Vengeance

Howdy my pizzazz partiers!

I was going to do this as a YouTube video but wanted to do the notes on it first and ended up writing in continuous prose instead of shorthand so I’m going to post it instead. I may still do a video too if I feels like it. 

Alas! Here is my small dialogue on Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi, please do leave feedback and comments xo

Let’s geaux!

The background is that the fairer skinned and magic less people (kosidán)have the upper hand in society. Whereas the dark-skinned people are the Maji. Some possess magic and some don’t – I think this is due to there being Kosidan blood mixed in and the whole way genetics work etc. The main theme in this time slot is that the Maji are an oppressed people and the Kosidan are the oppressors due to an something that had happened years ago where some Maji killed King Saran’s first family (there had been issues running for long before that though. And there was a time that Maji had the upper hand in society – we wuz kangs rhetoric)

The main thing is that Zelie, the mainest of the main characters, go on a journey – both literally, spiritually and in her own character, to restore magic and stop the genocide and maltreatment of Maji in general. She encounters forbidden love (my fave kind), friendship and forgiveness.

There are a LOT of ups and downs as you learn to love characters then Tomi kills them or you feel Zelie’s pain as Tomi writes beautifully how Zelie felt toward her mothers death – I think I read this around the time the George Floyd was murdered so it was like reading real life stuff but with magic and love involved. We get a peak into the royal family and see what the life of an oppressed oppressor (Prince Inan and Princess Amari) is like.

The effects of their dads poor parenting skills are very interesting. We see that  Inan wants to please his dad and follow his steps as an assertive King but has issues with his own identity because of it. Amari doesn’t agree with anything her family stands for as her best friend, who was also the maji maid and got killed, so she decides to run away with a scroll that would help restore the magic to Nigeria. Later on in the book we see her wanting to be a fair queen but her naive optimism towards her brother and his own issues causes bumps in the journey to the end goal

 WHEW.

The whole book is a journey to restoration of magic and the end of Maji oppression and they do manage achieve one thing, but not the other so we see what that looks like in book two (Children of Virtue and Vengeance). 

And girl it is a MESS. 

Apart from more forbidden love, lots of arguments and journeys deeper into secondary characters, it’s like everything gets worse before it gets better in terms of the main goal. We also see how Nigerian (maybe even all ethnics) mothers baby their sons too which, although it was in a really bad circumstance, I found endearing to read about because I see it in real life.

At the end of book two we see things may take ANOTHER turn of unfortunate events. I won’t talk much on that but I will say that its a good read and I eagerly wait until book 3

If I had to round up the themes I’d say its colourism on the surface but symbolic of racism and prejudice, its police brutality and complete abuse of power, its chauvinistic nepotism, catalytic paraigboism and shows how the state of fictional Nigeria waLLOWS- sorry. 

I almost forgot to mention that the Yoruba language was basically extinguished and only the ones that were really in touch with their magic or were knowledgable about it were able to speak it, which I think is symbolic of the Biafran war and how (correct me if I’m wrong) the Igbo dialect started to disappear after that tragedy but also symbolic of how identity of African heritage in general was lost during the transatlantic slave trade.

The book actually gave me Avatar: The Last Airbender vibes in the way the skeleton of the book is framed – the whole journey of self while being chased by the opps who end up becoming somewhat frenemies etc.

They’re really good books ok, I absolutely shall re-read when she’s about to release book 3.

 If you’re funny about magic and African spirituality etc, get over it and read the book to get an idea of some real world perspectives on social justice creatively put into this story along with the other fluffy things that come with life like love and friendship.

Happy New Year 😘

Happy New Year 😘

2018 was really a memorable year for me. Not because it came gift wrapped in sparkles and shine, but because I experienced so many new things, made so many mistakes and lost something I never imagined I would lose.

2018 was like a slow decline while simeoultaneoulsly (I’m so sorry but even autocorrect wasn’t helping me at this point) inclining to a great end….blah blah blah.

These are the things I typed in February 2019, and now we are in 2020.

Welp.

Part of me feels like I didn’t enter this year correctly. Yes, I went to church as per tradition but I kinda broke it by going to my aunty’s church where we we subject to vigorously clapping for 60 seconds while chanting “fire, fire, fire” but that isn’t what we are here to talk about today, dearly beloved.

I had my end of year all planned out, I was going to be the personified version of the black lady we see at the end of every year walking up the stairs with her big ole bag on her back which contained things like ‘peace’, ‘getting in my bag’, ‘bigger booty’, ‘joy’, ‘hair growth’ and all those kinds of things we all aspire to have one day while she walked over the steps which left behind things like ‘toxic relationships’, ‘jealousy’ et al. I was supposed to go buy a cutesy sparkling outfit in the morning followed by having my vision planning session with bessfren in the evening then go off to get ready for crossover service at my home church in the evening.

None of these things happened.

Aunty said by force I must come and visit since I failed to visit during 2019 and broke my promise to visit for Christmas for 2 consecutive years (I wish I could say this wasn’t who I am but…we will get to that later)

So, me being the obedient young lady I am, I packed by bag, she bought my train ticket and I set off to a the weird and wonderful land we all know as Croydon.

Since being here I’ve smiled and laughed so much more than I believe I have in the last 4 months, I have received a motivational pep talk from my twin cousin (shoutout to Lawrence), and I’ve eaten so much good food which naturally is one of my sources of joy.

Now that I have safely landed into 2020 without my plan ready, I actually feel very overwhelmed and need to take some time to really gather my thoughts because I, for one, have some major decisions to make. If you read my previous posts you would be aware that I returned to university after taking a year out to save for my tuition fees. I hadn’t wanted to return since summer 2018 but I digress…big decisions are in store for me and I can’t hack it but with the Holy Spirit and the support of my ‘tribe’ I will do just fine.

Now, I haven’t been the most consistent but I genuinely hope this changes, I will be taking some time out to really focus and ‘realign my chakras’ – maybe even for the entire January because as we all know, the New Year really begins in February

In the mean time, cheers to 2020 🥂. Personally I have had enough of these “this decade is when we get married and have kids.” but I wish you every success in terms of your vision for the year, the goals you aim to achieve, every positive thought that comes to your mind, I pray that it comes to fruition in some way, shape or form. And I pray you are able to adjust your mindset and mentality to allow you to achieve the things you aspire to this year.

Cya x

Beef Boat

Beef Boat

I’m definitely going to try this recipe 🤩

SauCE

There’s beef!, quick come!

It’s been a year since I’ve posted my food recipe ‘s on here, my bad. This time I’m going to be consistent otherwise people will beef me 🤣

OK ok let’s get to it

Hold on..this is how it looks (if you do it right)

We doing visual aids out here!!

Okay now..what do you need?

• Beef (go to your butchers and ask for any sort of beef, but I used shin beef and topside beef)

* Paprika seasoning

* Garlic granules

* Chorizo ring

* Spring onions

* Premium Dark Soya Sauce (you’ll find it in Tesco)

* Dark soft brown sugar

* Red chillies

* Honey

* Flatbread

* Cheese (any one of your choosing)

* Wok or any deep frying pan

* Oil (vegetable, extra virgin or coconut pls, be healthy.)

Okay now you want to know how to make it init?…

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Hi Guys, Welcome Back To My Life

Hi Guys, Welcome Back To My Life

Whew.

So I guess I owe you a years worth of catch up. Technically, it’s only 7 months because I have drafted posts.

No? Not having it? Okay, let’s get to it then.

Since the last post I went to Ghana that December which was actually the first time I went since I was about 3, apparently I went to a nursery there for like 6 weeks, so that was a really really great experience for me. I ate to my hearts content, I met family members for the first time, visited the family home in Bodomase which had some ladies from my great grandmothers generation still residing there, I learnt about Nana Dwenti and his beef with Death, I visited Lake Bosomtwe and learnt about how it came about and its surrounding communities, I hiked about 12km to see Boti falls and then another estimated 6km to see another nearby waterfall (where we were told that snakes  that didn’t fear humans would come out if we didn’t hurry). I did this hike with my mother who was on crutches at the time but fortunately we share the trooper gene and went full speed ahead. I visited the herbal doctor-come-physiotherapist that works in Ejisu multiple times and befriended his daughter and son – these visits were made for my great aunt and grandma who go to get muscle massages after having experienced strokes and the collateral damage that comes with ageing in general. I went to Accra and got my hair done for free at my Aunts hair salon (Top Stars Hair Studio in Gbwe Mallam and also one in Hong Kong near the taxi station), I drank sachet water and proceeded to spray it out of my derriere not to long after, I went to Afrochella, I went to Mr Eazi’s Detty Rave (101% would recommend), I ate a lot of kebab, I enjoyed watching Kumawood movies on the VIP bus when I travelled between Kumasi and Accra, I earned the trust of my mums dog, Nhyira, who was sad to see me go, my grandma’s driver made multiple passes at me even though my mum was sat right beside him – in his defence he genuinely thought she wasn’t my birth giver, UGH I BROKE MY IPHONE SEVERELY like 4 days into my 21 day trip… I also didn’t do a lot of things like visit labadi beach, experience night life in Accra or go to a pool party but I’m saving those experiences for next time because there absolutely will be one.

If you would like to see some footage of this trip, feel free to watch my attempt at a vlog.

Long story short Ghana lives in my heart.

I saw a tweet once about how black people always say long story short after telling the long story and I’m half tickled and half triggered.

This prompted me to read more books, specifically black cultured books which, if you click the hyperlinked text, you will be able to watch my reviews on.

In March I went to a Ghana Independence themed Compozers concert which is a live band that play all the latest and greatest of mostly afrobeat music, obviously since it was a Ghana Independence concert all the hiplife and hi life hits boomed through the sound systems as the talented musicians played like their lives depended on it while the crowed cheered and jiggled their knees in joy and jubilation.

Then it was my birthday month and also the beginning of my personal summer, I spent my birthday at Rollervibe which I had wanted to go to for the longest of times, my friends will tell you it was surely a memorable night due to my “entertaining” antics.

Here you can watch highlights of April and May – I went to RE_CESS and Roll Out 966 which are events I think everyone needs to experience at least once in their lifetime because they are genuinely wholesome and enjoyable events.

Then there was sweet sweet Afronation in July, which brought me new friends, cheers to you if you read this, there was my first ever carnival which birthed this infamous moment.

THEN there was my first live show I went to which was The 90s Baby Show, which I’m a big fan of, I tried to vlog it but I kinda failed. I could revive it but laziness is has been chilling on my shoulder as of late. Now, the live show was supposed to be the closing of my summer since my trip to New York had to be cancelled after some forceful persuasion by my mother and sister, but somehow I found myself  in London again on Sunday to go to the RE_CESS summer closing party which was very kind to me, yet again.

And now here we are, I’m in my university accommodation with my Cardiology next book beside me while trying to figure out how to pay my rent before my shopaholic tendencies kick in.

Later on we will touch on how many times I cried when I first moved back to uni after a glorious gap year but not in this post. I need to gather myself together first, and get myself back into education mode – any tips and tricks will be greatly appreciated because  sis is struggling and sis is me.

Until next time America!

xoxo

 

 

 

The Art of Perception

The Art of Perception

One of the first few things people tend to notice about me is how  I notice the little and sometimes unnecessary things. There are people who notice things, who are observant and who are natural detectives. They can usually decipher things without having to investigate or do any further research. Sometimes they even see a situation happening before it even has

There are also people who notice small things and then put 2 and 2 together, gather evidence before coming to conclusion that the answer is 4. Sometimes these types need some guidance to see things from a different perception, someone might spot check and point out things that they may have missed, perhaps their conclusion would’ve been 5, had their helpful colleague not brought them back to the right track that leads to 4.

Finally we have the completely oblivious, these types have absolutely no idea. They live completely in their own world and mostly live by their own means. They can sometimes come across as insensitive or uncaring because of the disconnect between themselves and others when really, they just don’t see past their own views.

I personally don’t believe that anyone specifically falls into one of these categories and stays in it, especially in this day and age. We live in an era that encourages the evolution of character and personality, one day you could be narrow minded and the next you might not be. But everyone at some point in their life has been stuck in one of these ways of perceiving things.

Allow your brain to be expanded to be able to see the world for what it is – weird and wonderful but oh, so beautifully terrible.

 

Weekend Ramblings S1E3

Weekend Ramblings S1E3

So last week I was labelled a ‘Neutral Black Girl’, it’s not the first time someone has described me that way and I don’t blame them, there’s a stereotype of how black girls are which I don’t fit into on first impression but once I’m completely comfortable around people I turn into an aunty, probably still not in that stereotype but an Aunty nonetheless. Anyway, the comment came about after I shared about how P!nk used to bring out my inner white girl to which my colleague suggested something along the lines of there not being anything inner about my white girl because of the way I act and speak. I don’t know how to even take comments like that so they just get the “okay” and then we move on. I was never into music like Paramore when I was younger and I never was part of the Mindless Behaviour fan group, it was was always people that were just in the middle – with the exception of Missy Elliot, I loved Missy Elliot. And after a certain stage I literally only listened to gospel music all the way till sixth form when Kendrick Lamar creeped into my music playlists and then when I got to uni I got more into the UK afrobeats but even then I’m not the most up to date person when it comes to any kind of music. Anyway I feel like my faith, the music I indulge in and my lack of worldly life experience probably have a hand in how I am as a person today. It’s a shame that my “normal” behaviour classes me as someone who is likened to a white person but that’s the black community for you, I guess.

Last Thursday I was enticed into going to a fancy restaurant (Quaglino’s) for my girl Rachel’s birthday. There was a doorman, the receptionist was a pretty blonde woman with the stinkiest stink face, all the waiters were foreign and there was a live band that reminded me of La La Land. I learned a lot in that small space of time – always trust your gut instinct on what food to order and never spend more than £10 for a 50ml shot of gin and lemonade.

On the Sunday after church and after visiting the newest addition to the family, I was back in London again for the debut of The Eating Club which has 3 members so far (myself, Whitney and sugar bro). We visited Kate’s Cafe in Plaistow which was amazing as always, although I do feel like we were tricked into spending more than what we bargained for because they had run out of the yam platter (which would’ve been £17) I don’t even know where all the coins went but it’s safe to say the last two weeks have been a mega cash loss and I need to really watch where my coins go.

This week was uneventful apart from signing my new contract to working full time which is going to be painful but worth it while I watch my savings grow. Working on customer services has taught me that rich people can be as stingy as the next man, it’s quite interesting.

I’ve started indulging into writing and need to spend some time praying about and planning how that’s going to go down because at the moment anything I do in terms of creativity is just to satisfy myself more than to get noticed or have anyone compliment me, but I’m definitely open to constructive criticism if anyone has some to share with me!

I did have some kind of epiphany though – I need to stop doing things without praying first. I find that I do almost everything in that way and then when things start going wrong I’m crying out for God to save me. So I’m going to try this with a new approach and see how that works out for me. I’ve also been watching Steven Furtick’s ‘Triggered’ series on YouTube and I think that’s a really good message especially for our generation, I’ll link the playlist in. I never used to watch his sermons but somehow ended up on this series and felt like it was so relevant to how I felt and still feel about different situations and circumstances in my life.

I hope you gain something from the sermons if you do decide to watch.

Peace and love,

Irene

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFrHDxoEf4t1qaGU2N704vQ4HvbQi6w7N