A-Z challenge –

Hey there, long time no write, to get back into the swing of things, I’m taking part in the  A-Z blogging challenge


My Category is Entertainment and the theme is Divas –  I love music, especially Motown, 80’s, 90’s and the noughties R&B. I can’t hold a tune for more than three seconds, but that doesn’t stop me from belting out my favourite songs . For each day of the challenge I’ll be writing about a Diva whose name begins with the letter of the day.

What is a Diva anyway?

My definition….A female singer that can really hold a tune, demands and gets more than enough attention, and okay my favourites don’t have to be female, they just have to know how to strut their stuff , hold a tune and make you think, I want to be like her .


The small stuff

Happy new year everyone, I’m a bit late to the party, but couldn’t post without wishing you all a happy new year.

What I’m doing differently this year? not sweating the small stuff. So saying happy new year a week after the event is not so bad after all.

Peace and love



Daily Prompt: Argument

Hi, I seem to have neglected my blog as life, stuff and a few arguments get in the way! I’m back with a contribution to the Daily prompt.

Round 1


It starts of innocently, you feed it with a smart come back, it wants more.

So you come in with a well placed jab.

You think you’ve shut it down.

Beads of sweat form at your pits.

Your heart is thumping, you know you’re right and he/she is wrong.

A voice like yours, but surely not, goes even higher.

You’re not backing down now.

You’re winning this one.

And then comes the regretting and the not forgetting.

Who won that bout you say. I dunno. It was an argument.



Ode to Gratitude

Hi gratitude, I seemed to have lost you somewhere along the way.

I’m trying to get you back, cos I know you have me covered

I’m promoting to you to my first and last thing of the day.

Why? because you improve my heart rhythm and reduce my stress level and generally make the world a better place.

You flood my body and my brain with feel good endorphins, you can’t be that bad after all.

Let get back together..


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Punting on the River Cherwell.


Christ Church College, Oxford

I’ve decided to link up to Bernadette’s posts on thankfulness. So what I am grateful for this week.

I spent Saturday with my youngest teen picnicking and  walking around Christ Church meadows in Oxford, small thing I know, but she’s at an age where going on a picnic with mother is so last year.

With promises of Pokémons aplenty and a visit to Top shop we set off.  Oxford was hot, stifling hot and full of tourists lining up to do the Harry Potter trail, see the splendour of Oxford’s colleges or just being herded into open-top buses to do touristy things in a small city.

We headed for peace and tranquillity of the meadow and sat watching the rowers and punters manoeuvre their boats down the Rivers Cherwell and Thames.  The best thing of all is that we talked about stuff, stuff important to teenagers without the TV, a phone or any distractions except the occasional splash and waddle of the ducks and geese that seemed too hot to move.

“Thanks mum”, she said after we’d stuffed ourselves on cold coffee, sandwiches and cookies. “It’s been great, but can we go shopping now?”

And so we went back to maddening crowd in Oxford city centre.  Two hours of bliss with my Teen is something to be grateful for.





Worry – unwanted companion


I haven’t posted in a while, just been busy worrying about everything under the sun from Brexit to my young adults to my work-life balance!

It’s time banish worry into a box.

This is my  letter to worry in response to a Daily post prompt: Companion



Dear Worry

You seem to be my companion of late

I need to shake you off

Stop following me

You appear when I least expect

taking me down rabbit holes and making my heart miss a beat

I need to hook up with peace

You’re here again, taunting me, giving me endless what ifs

Get thee behind me worry, I’m not playing your games today.

Q is for the Queen

It was the queen’s birthday yesterday, HRH Queen Elizabeth II was 90 years old, long may she reign.

Queen Elizabeth II, Nigeria 1956@NigeriaNostalgia

queen visit to nigeria in 1956

It got me thinking about the African queens that helped shape Nigeria, the women I used to tell my classmates about during history lessons of kings, queens and princes in the tower.

These are the women who stood up for women’s rights, got beaten and thrown into jail because they believed in equal rights for all, long gone but not forgotten.

Funmilayo Ransome Kuti


Funmilayo Ransome Kuti (1900 – 1978) campaigned for women’s rights and the abolition of the crippling taxes the women were made to pay by their colonial masters.

She was a member of the National Council of Nigeria and the Cameroons party, In 1947, she was described by the West African Pilot Newspaper as the ‘Lioness of Lisabi’ for her leadership of Egba women in a non violent campaign against taxation. The women sang songs about the king, danced and decided to have a sit in the King’s compound, he was made to leave in shame.

Margaret Ekpo – The Fashionable Feminist


Margaret Ekpo (1914–2006) was at the forefront of fashion, combining western and Nigerian fashion influences, and standing up for women’s rights in Eastern Nigeria. She set up a Market Women’s Association to promote solidarity and fight for the economic rights of women, who were treated like second class citizens.

After the second world there was a shortage of salt, she got to the men of the region through their stomachs by decreeing that women could only buy salt if they belonged to the association, many a man had a bland meal until he allowed his wife to join!  She made sure that Nigerian women had the right to vote.

Hajia Gambo Sawaba


Hajia Gambo Sawaba (1933-2001) was an activist who championed the participation of women in politics. She was known for  her charitable causes and for her views on women’s liberation.

Mrs Eniola Soyinka

Mrs Eniola Soyinka co-founded the Egba Women’s Union with Mrs. Funmilayo Ransom-Kuti. She was the mother of renowned playwright, Prof. Wole Soyinka. She organised workshops for illiterate women in the region teaching them how to read and write and  understand their rights as citizens.