In a typical African home, "I'm sorry" is usually served on a plate of jollof rice. I'm diving into the hilarious but frustrating reality of Nigerian parents and their inability to apologize with words. From the "Have you eaten?" peace offerings to the struggle of explaining emotional boundaries to a father who only understands "respect," this post is for everyone who has ever eaten their feelings because their parents couldn't say the S-word.

In the age of the "Hard Launch," I’m defending the right to keep your relationship off the timeline. There’s a thin line between privacy and secrecy, and I’m breaking down how to tell the difference. Whether it’s avoiding "online in-laws" or spotting the "community boy" red flags, this post is for everyone who prefers a quiet love over a loud Instagram feed. Your man isn't a secret just because he's not on your Story.

From the "Student Level" noodles to the "Nepo Baby" stir-fry version, Indomie is the unofficial national dish of every tired Nigerian. I’m celebrating the one meal that never judges our bank accounts or our laziness. This post is a love letter to the seasoning that cures heartbreak and the three-minute miracle that saves us after a long day. If Indomie is wrong, I don't want to be right.