So here it was, the trip I had been dreaming of. The day had come and I was more anxious than excited, I had the sense that I was going somewhere but no one was expecting me. No one would be there to say “hey Good job you made it!” and then id flip my hair and say “yeah it was no sweat at all” I was on my own. SOLO. Read More
On more than one occasion I have been referred to as Moana, I don’t know if it’s because of my hair, my statue or because I sing a lot but whatever the reason I have come to accept it because who wouldn’t want to be a kick ass human like Moana? This January I decided to channel my Inner Moana and head off into the world on my own for what I hoped would be the best adventure of my life and it definitely was. Read More
Coming home to Nigeria took me by surprise. I had a plan… 1. Get home 2. Start up a pastry company 3. Live happily ever after! Did I really think it’d be that easy? Of course not, I was ready to pull my sleeves up and do the work but then no one told me it’d be almost impossible. I mean step one was easy, pack up my whole life and move away from the people I loved dearly? Yep total piece of cake.
I recently messaged an Ex-Boyfriend about a book of poems I borrowed from a friend which ended up with him. I would have loved to get and return it myself seeing as the book was signed by the author making it more special but since I’m thousands of miles away from them there was no way that was happening. I asked VERY NICELY if he could just send it as a parcel to her and a full two weeks later I followed up if he was able to and he replied “Well no I wasn’t sorry. It’s a really good read. I realized a lot of things I never quite understood about you in the past”. I laughed. Read More
Now that I am ready to share this blog with readers I have come up with two possible scenarios that could happen:
1. You could hate it. Tell me I’m wasting my time. Not get my jokes. Not understand why I am being so open with my feelings, after all it´s 2017 and feelings just aren’t in (it’s the year we would rather share how amazing our life is, share that new trendy place we finally got to try rather than show a glimpse of what we are struggling with. Heck I’m guilty of this.)
It’s been a year since my first month at pastry school and it seems like it was in another life, not because it was so long ago but because so much has changed since then.Saying goodbye to my closest friends, running back to the safety that is home, starting my own business, getting and leaving my first job… it’s been a whirlwind of emotional challenges for me but I think a few lessons I picked up along the way made a huge difference.
All my life I have always considered myself as someone who was born to write. Did it matter that the last time I wrote something was in my fourth year in high school? Nope.
Whenever someone asked me if I write I’d nod my head yeah! With the guilt eating me up, thinking of that one story I wrote in high school. Read More
The first time you try to do something new, you are most likely to fail.
Even if someone wrote down the detailed steps for you to follow, there’s still a big chance you’d screw it up because you are winging it, making tiny decisions as you go, unsure of yourself and what you are doing.
I feel like crying right now because I finally finally know who I want to be, and the best part is I know it will finally satisfy my soul and there’s nothing in the world that can hold me back – or is there?
To tell you the story of how it ended, I have to take you back to the beginning, to how it started.
I had just come back to Nigeria from the Philippines and I was excited to start up Strobrie (My very own patisserie). I was doing the best I could, trying out recipes from baking school, messing them up of course and trying again with not as terrible results. I set up my Instagram and website and I was trying to get the word out there. “Hey! Buy yummy desserts from me. Support my dreams, get a pack of cookies and keep me in business.” PLEASE?