DEEP INSIDE.

One great lesson we have to learned from life is that, There's no market for your emotions, so never advertise your feelings, just show your attitude. Trust means everything, but once it's broken, sorry means nothing. Always remember that your present situation is not your final destination. The best is yet to come. Never leave … Continue reading DEEP INSIDE.

NATURE OF FLOWERS SPEAK.

I am more concern about the nature of flower than other plants of life. Oh, how pleasant and crescent blooming flowers are that epitomizes a paradise on earth visualizing the Biblical Golden Garden of Eden. Flowers are evergreen of nature that has a Strong Tower that symbolizes the beauty and creativity of life. Oh, how … Continue reading NATURE OF FLOWERS SPEAK.

​Fried Rice and General TSo’s Chicken

General TSo’s chicken: TSo’s Recipes: Chicken breast 2-3pound  Soy sauce ½ cup, ½ cup of water, 2tablespoon of sesame oil 1-3 teaspoon of hot sauce, Chili sauce, ½ teaspoon of salt 5 cloves of garlic {minced}, 3 tablespoon of grinded ginger Pinch of pepper, 2 tablespoon of corn flour, 1 ½ of tomato paste. Flour breading recipes: 1 cup of flour 2tablespoon of grinded ginger, 1 tablespoon of salt and onion … Continue reading ​Fried Rice and General TSo’s Chicken

How to make Jollof Rice (African Dish)

JOLLOF RICE AND CHCKEN Jollof Rice Recipe: 1. Rice. 2. Pepper {jalapeno, habanero tomatoes and onions}. 3. Butter. 4. Can tomato. 5. Vegetable oil. 6. Seasoning {curry, white pepper, thyme, salt and Maggi}. 7. Green peas, sweet corn, carrots and shrimps {optional}. 8. Chicken broth {from boiled chicken}. 9. Chopped onions, green jalapeno and tomatoes. … Continue reading How to make Jollof Rice (African Dish)

Playing around with Yoruba names

I have always loved the name Bayo There is a certain joy to it like Fisayo Even though I don’t know the meaning like Tayo But I will ask my friend, her name is Rayo She knows our landlady Busayo Well, am sure it all means Joy like Ayo Because happy men are called Dayo … Continue reading Playing around with Yoruba names

The Hospital

A hospital of broken beds, that’s where I am Cracked walls with old window frames Some of the louvres are covered with papers Cobwebs hanging from the old weak ceilings The old stain of blood that has formed a map Boldly printed on the cement floor with pothole And the smell of drugs mixed with … Continue reading The Hospital