Getting my IUD put in in America was such a huge contrast with my numerous frustrating attempts to get some sort of semi-permanent birth control in Nigeria.
I should have got into stocks much earlier, but better late than never. I bought the Twilio IPO, and here’s how it went.
Father’s Day isn’t happy for me. It isn’t sad either. It just isn’t.
I’m taking questions because I’m too tired to write even though my list of drafts is longer than NASS’s list of cash allowances.
In the almost two years I have lived here however, it has remained cold and empty, and fewer than three people have come through the door in all that time.
It’s weird. This blog has kept me company through some of the darkest times of my life, but I’ve never written about the love of my life here.
Hi sugabelly, not to sound like an ass kisser but I honestly do admire your strength. Reading about you completely leaving home to start a […]
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"cha cha" or "ma ncha" would suffice. Sam sam isn't igbo. My dollar is on it being efik/ibibio.
They're not the same thing.
Mgbago (to climb up) and Mgbogolo are two totally different sounds and words.
Just because two words sound similar doesn't mean
Ala mbogolo sounds like upright or standing breast. Mbagolo is to ascend/climb.
Mgbada is to descend. What say you, Sugarbelly?