Thursday, 7 June 2018




With my tour guide, Mr. Festus
 I love museums. Ever since I was a child, I’d always been fascinated with museums and art. As a teenager, I would spend hours watching documentaries and reading books on Egyptology. I was convinced I would find an ancient temple in almost perfectly preserved states (I still believe this will happen) There are two things I always do once I get into a new city – listen to the radio and go to a museum. Those are the best ways to have a feel of a city. 

I decided to go to the National Museum on Awolowo road, Ikoyi. My office is just off Awolowo road and I figured I would go there immediately after my show. It took a few minutes to get there, and I almost turned around and went back home. I’m fighting the flu plus I hadn’t had water or food all day. But I figured, I’ll brave it and not stay for too long.




Mr Festus, my guide

The main entrance




I got down from the car with just my phone and my wallet because I knew there would be a fee to get in. I was greeted with a sign that said “No photographs inside” and I felt half my excitement vanish. I think the beauty of a museum is having pictures and videos. But anyways I was in already, I just had to get on with it. I paid for my ticket – funny because the lady asked if I was a Nigerian citizen, I laughed and said yes so I paid N200. That was cheap so I was thrilled. My excitement came back. Everywhere looked rather dark and I asked if there was a gift shop and she said yes. It was right there. While I had to wait about 3 minutes for change, the lights came back on and the ladies exclaimed saying I was lucky. 

A giant pot in he courtyard, with Wolof Jollof written on it
Then I saw the art work behind them, I was so excited because I love art. I have a pretty decent collection which is still growing. In England, i would raid charity shops hunting for bargains and it was always a huge thrill to get amazing pieces.  I was already trying to see which pieces I would purchase at the museum. I saw the Idia mask and I would have bought that, but then I realized I got a similar mask 10 years ago from the museum in Benin City, Edo state. It proudly adorns the walls in the living room of my family home. 

I asked about the price range of the art and when I indicated the little figure head I wanted, I was informed it was N20, 000!! Mic drop, I asked if there was anything in the range of N2000 and basically nothing. My excitement dropped again.  It’s a museum gift shop, and not an art gallery. There should be things for every budget. Plus little gift items. It was 10 years ago, but I got some carved wooden bottle openers for N150 and N300 from the Gift shop at the Benin museum. 

 I asked for brochures and well there were none. That made me sad. Most historical places have brochures as a guide. I was not even going to bother asking for those iPod like gadgets that are your tour guides when you’re on tour of some museums and castles. I was preparing to walk through a maze all by myself, with no guides (I was thinking I had maybe made a wrong decision coming)
I was asked to give my entry ticket to a man at the reception, I greeted him and gave it to him. He led the way and I followed along meekly. It took me a few minutes to realize he was my personal guide. At this point, I started to feel happier. Heck, I had my own private guide….Life is beautiful!

First section we got to was basically a lot of sculptures and figures revolving around beads. Honestly I was not too interested in this part. Plus the beads weren’t exactly real, these were statues with “statue beads”. Some stands for sculptures were empty, and a tag read “away on exhibition’” or something.  I’m from Rivers state so I know A LOT about beads, plus my family has a nice collection, I mean we could actually have our own exhibition. But it was interesting to note that so many other parts of Nigeria use different beads as well, not just the Niger Delta.

Next room was a corridor basically, thank goodness for the air conditioning. I’m wondering what it would have been like if the power hadn’t come when it did. These were the traditional African gods that our ancestors worshiped. There were some from different parts of Nigeria. He started telling me about Eshu, one of the Yoruba gods. I could sense some similarities with the Norse god Loki. I saw one of the gods from Adamawa state, I was surprised because I had never really thought about the Northern parts of Nigeria having ancestral gods. A lot of what i know about ancestral worship is from books and movies, and I guess I’ve just maybe not read or watched much from the North. That will change though.

A figure outside the museum
And I saw the famous Mmawu masquerade, it was freakishly tall. I’ve heard of Mmawu especially being used to describe someone with questionable fashion and makeup choices and when I saw the masquerade, I could understand why. I must admit, some of the figures did look kind of creepy – I guess memories of the Nigerian movie called “Oracle’ about a mask with magical powers starring Pete Edochie and Charles Okafor came back into my head.

A courtyard scene made of wood. Spot the EFCC vests










Next stop was a section for facial masks, showing facial marks from different parts of Nigeria. I saw an ivory carving of a face from Benin that was very similar to the Olmecs in Mexico, just way smaller. And then we moved on to an area for masks – entertainment masks. I have to say these masks did not look entertaining. They did look rather scary. I saw a mask from the Ogonis in Rivers State (I was happy to see that) and some really scary looking masks. I was getting a bit tired so I kind of hurried this part along. And I did not like the look of those masks. We moved on to another section with some other sculptures and stuff, it was pretty decent.

We came out and walked along a gangway with art on every side. There were the massive stone carvings called Akwashi from Akwa Ibom, which were basically faces of important men in the community carved into stone (Not in the Stark family way though as in Game Of Thrones) - basically giant faces that came up to my knee. One of them almost came up to my chest, I’m guessing he was a very rich and influential person in his time.

One of the most important parts of my trip today was about money. There was an exhibition dedicated to money, it was really a learning process. While we think of cowries as being our money from the past, there were about 8 different things that had served as money in the years past. Bottles of alcohol, cloth, little metal strips, tiny beads, even baskets woven with cowries all served as money at some point. My guide told me about how the Portuguese and other invaders would bring their goods to our ancestors and we would buy it with beads.

I didn’t have the heart to tell my guide that it was the other way around, they took our palm oil and other things they needed, and paid our ancestors in worthless plastic beads and bits and pieces of metal. They basically got our oil, ivory, resources and even sadly our brothers and sisters sold to them as slaves for nothing. Instead making us cast away our trade by barter system and introducing us to a system of currency that has proved to have been our undoing. I got emotional at this point though. I didn’t see any mirrors as a payment form though. 

Next stop was a gallery called ‘The life Cycle in Nigeria” or something close. I couldn’t take pictures so can’t exactly remember the name of that section. My guide seemed to love this area as he spoke with so much passion. He told me about the 7 stages of life – starting from conception. There were some gods in charge of fertility whom parents would appease to have a baby, doing the rituals and eating the required food and then on to the pregnancy stage. It was very interesting to see a birthing tray where women would sit to push their babies (Northern Nigeria). The trays are said to have powers to get rid of all complications. And once the women gave birth, there was a particular instrument used to announce the birth (Igbo land) and there was a clay bowl where the umbilical cords are put into and buried (Yoruba). There was also a piece of cloth in that exhibition where the child would be wrapped in and also strapped to the mum’s back. 

There also was a little section with Pepper soup spices (for internal cleansing after birth) Shea butter (to give the baby smooth skin) Nzu and a lot more. i saw a little blade for circumcision. There was another section with food items like honey, cornmeal, salt for the baby to taste and be blessed. 

Now at this point I had begun to feel woozy. I am claustrophobic and had not had a meal all day, in fact I had not even drank water all day. I had been taking my ginger lemon infusion thanks to the flu, and no water.
And it was a bit stuffy in this section, I think the AC might not have been on or maybe it was just stuffy from lack of air, but I told him we needed to walk. And I felt myself getting very weak, I told him I needed air so I couldn’t complete all the stages. We walked out to my car where I had a bottle of water in my bag and had a few sips and we walked back to the hall with Murtala Muhamed’s exhibition. 

The Murtala Muhammed car was on display here
 We got in there, I saw the car he was assassinated in way back in 1976 and he was taking me through a tour of all the pictures. I knew I had to get out so I told him I would come back another day but I had to leave. I had been walking and standing now for about an hour 30 minutes. Wrong move – I’m ill, dehydrated, tired and hungry. We stood by the car speaking for a bit.






I’m ashamed to say I didn’t get a chance to properly introduce myself to my guide till i was done. He showed such passion and was dedicated to his work, and didn't display the disinterested attitude we come to expect with civil servants. I asked him for his name and he introduced himself as Mr. Festus. And when he asked where I worked, I told him and he screamed. He said he loves Classic FM. And then he asked for my name and I when I said Zibby, he was surprised because he had listened to me alot. That was so unexpected! I promised I would be back again. I asked if he would take a picture with me and he was kind enough to say yes. Years ago, I had a tour guide in Paris who did an amazing job and I was in awe. I never forgot how interesting and cool she was. Sorry Madame, but I think Mr. Festus stole your place in my heart. 

There were some interesting sculptures outside and I got pictures of these. I don’t like the No Pictures rule though. I remembered at the museum in Benin we also weren’t allowed to take pictures. My friend at the time whom I went with said it was for the best, cos for all we knew the camera could make one of the statues come back to life! I’m not ready for the Night at the museum story.
I have to say, all the staff i came in contact with at the museum were very polite and courteous. That was a massive plus! i"ll be back there for sure.

Thanks for reading. 
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PS: I got myself a new laptop for my birthday. This is a special post as it’s the first on my new babe! Cheers to much more writing!

Sunday, 12 November 2017

I've been having a very difficult few weeks, thanks to life and it's pressures.
And just when I bought I was back at the top, I've just had to deal with losing my dog Trago. The best dog in the entire world, my baby doggie.

A few weeks ago Trago stopped eating and appeared very weak, I immediately had to call the vet doctor to come to the house he next day when I would be home. With 7 dogs and 3 puppies, it's a riot taking them to the vet so the doctors always have to come to the house. I remember my brother and I years go Driving Trago and our 2 other dogs at the time - Thatcher & Boogie to the vet. It was always so funny cos they would keep jumping around from the back seat to the front and Trago's drooling would increase 10 fold.

The next day Trago seemed well and was back to his happy self, eating everything given to him and I was sure he was fine. He was back to jumping on me and considering how big he was, almost always succeeding in knocking me down. That's my Trago. Loyal to the bone. Always beside you. I remember running away from a lizard (yes I'm terrified of them) and Trago heard my shrieks from a different part of my house and came running to the rescue. He chased off that scary predator and turned around chasing my assistant who was behind me as well, and standing right in front of me like my defender.

My assistant was terrified and told me she had never seen such loyalty in an animal. And I told her, that's my baby Trago. He heard me scream and had to defend me against the "danger" - the lizard and her too. Trago went from being such a little puppy with the cutest biggest head in the world to a giant animal. I mean I would carry him in my arms and cuddle him and then it seemed like one day he just grew up. But he would still come for his cuddle even as a big boy. He would still jump like a puppy, and I would always try to restrain him so he wouldn't hurt his joints Cos of how big he was.

Every morning once I stepped out, Trago would be there to walk me to the gate. And once I come in the house, Trago would drop whatever it was he was doing and come over to me. He would wag his tail nonstop and sit beside me where ever I was. When I was clearing out a part of my BQ at home to get my home office, Trago was my companion. He would sit with me while renovation and everything was being done. And with him there, I never had to worry about stupid lizards or anything.

Infact, sometimes I would be with clients in my office and Trago would saunter in. Of course the sight of Trago would fill them with fear and hey would scream and panick, but I would explain that Trago would never hurt anyone in my office. He knew they were not threatening and he would just sit there and watch us. Trago was my baby. I would feed Trago from my hands and I would never worry that he would ever bite me mistakingly while in a haste, like some other dogs would.

I still love my other dogs, but everyone in my family had a very special bond with Trago, because he loved us as much as we loved him.  Trago always got the best of everything. My baby gogo.
A loyal, loving dog. Once people set their eyes on Trago, the next reaction would be fear, screaming and a quick exit. But my baby gogo was a sweetheart. Fiercely protective of us.

A few days ago I got home and realised Trago was ill. I immediately got him some water and I was told he hadn't eaten. In my heart, I began to fear that Trago was ready to go. I couldn't sleep for nights because I could hear trago whimpering and I knew he was in pain. Trago was over 10 years old.
Sunday morning, we decided we had to put him down as he was suffering. Years ago, I had watched alone of my dogs Nipy, being put down as he had cancer, according to the vet. It was heartbreaking but I knew it was for his own good, as the doctor said it could come back.

While waiting for he Vet Doctor to come, I went to Trago and sat with him. Stroked him just calling his name.  He couldn't wag his tail, but his eyes followed me all around. I went to my room and got my pillow and had to ask the gateman to help me move him on it, so he could get more comfortable. I actually started hoping and praying he would pass peacefully before the doctor could come. I felt I was helping him by putting him down to save him the pain, but I also wondered if I could cope with knowing I had given permission to end his life. Would he understand? Would he feel betrayed?

I went into my room and I knew it was going to happen soon, at least I hoped it would. And hen one of our workers came to inform me that Trago had passed. It was very emotional for me but after a few minutes, I was able to pull myself together and go out to see him. My baby doggie looked so peaceful. And then I realised my employee was wiping his eyes. He had just worked with us for about 3 months and he was responsible for cooking for and taking care of the dogs. I knew the impact Trago's passing had on him. In that short time, he had come to love Trago like we all did.

I say with Trago for a while, and then I realised that my other dogs had been unnaturally quiet all day. Now they just stayed in the kennel, no noise nothing. It was like they weren't even there. I knew that they understood they had just lost the leader of the pack. I sat for a while with Trago, trying so hard to make sure I wasn't seen crying and then after a while,  it took too much effort and I couldn't hold it in anymore.

I got to my room and my dad was ringing me. After some general conversation, I realised I had to tell him about Trago. My dad introduced us to dogs from a very young age. Our very first dog, Peggy was my dad's baby. Infact when Peggy wouldn't eat when he was a little baby puppy, my dad would gold Peggy in his arms and spoon feed him.
When I quietly told my dad about Trago passing, my dad wa understandably sad. We spoke about it and i could sense his feelings. I felt so guilty for ruining my dad's day by telling him about this.

I had to ring my older sister and my niece to inform them. My niece loves our dogs and she especially loved our late monkey Sheila too. When Sheila died, we couldn't tell her that she had died. So we told her that a departing employee had done with Sheila. (don't judge us) my niece saw me on FaceTime and asked why I looked sad, I just told her I was tired. I was able to tell her mum in codes about Trago. My sister of course got emotional and that made me emotional, all over. After we spoke I got off the phone and decided to write to deal with the emotions. -and then I got a message from my younger sister as well, who was very emotional about Trago'S passing. (Big sis had told her)

Also spoke to my mum on the phone and my brother. Everyone is emotional. Trago was more than a pet or an animal. He was part of our family and we loved him, just like he loved us.

When I had a moment with him before he passed, I took off his collar - the one he wore proudly around his neck all the time. It will remain with us forever. My baby gogo! I always sang Mariah's Always Be My Baby to Trago all the time. Because no matter how many years went by, how big he became, Trago was always my baby. I still saw him as the little puppy with a massive head who ate too much. -and followed me all around.

I'm glad Trago knew we loved him. And he knew, that we also knew he loved us.
I love you Trago. See you at the rainbow bridge, my baby gogo - my "ga ga gu"

Thank you 💔💔

Monday, 4 September 2017

As teenagers a lot of people had diaries that we recorded everything that was going on. I was one of those religious diary fillers. Sometimes I go over my old diaries and I laugh so much because it brings back alot of nostalgia.

As a radio presenter and an entrepreneur, i have a very packed and busy schedule. Add that to living in a hectic society like Nigeria and you have all the content you need for a movie! I decided it was time to document my daily activities, hopefully not just for entertainment but also to share my joys and my struggles, hoping that it could inspire someone, somewhere somehow.

I have to say - it is a massive challenge to balance all aspects of life - work, family, spiritual, society, relationships, finances....and much more. There will be alot of laughter, there will be some tears - It's my life.

Welcome to my world.

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Sunday, 30 July 2017

Almost 2 years ago, a very close friend did something that really hurt me. I was hurt so deeply because I trusted him so much. He was almost like my brother. And I had known him almost my entire life. I was so hurt and I felt like I could never forgive him. Now there had been times he had annoyed me over the years and I really should have said something to him. But I just always bottled it up and the major incident was like the final straw.

I had so many unresolved issues with him and when it happened the last time, I knew I had had enough. I truly can't remember ever being so mad at someone in my life and saying some of the really mean things I did. But I was hurt and upset and I told him I would never speak with him again. I basically cussed him out for hours and he remained so calm, and that infuriated me even more.

After the blowout, I blocked him from all my phones and social media because I was convinced I was never going to see or speak with him again. Now I may have been very angry and maybe overreacted a bit, but I was well justified, because what he did was totally wrong. I saw him once after the big blowout while I was out with friends he said a hello, and I sorta gave a cold hi cos hey, we were in public.

And then last night, I had a dream about my friend. And when I woke up I realised he was my really good friend and I had kind of missed him. So I decided to text him or ring him and then I realised I didn't have his numbers anymore and he'd been blocked anyways. So I struggled around Facebook, figured out how to unblock a friend and then sent him a message.

He responded immediately and we had a few lines of saying hello, how are you and then me teasing him about having the same profile picture for decades. He gave me his number and I called him up. We spoke for a bit, there was some laughter and then some seriousness and trying to figure out why what happened did and all......

I realised I had no trace of anger in me when I spoke with him. I was mad at him for a while almost 2 years ago. So why the heck had I carried on with some non-existent anger for so long?

I don't think our friendship will ever go back to the way it was, but the important thing is I feel a lot of relief knowing I'm not mad at him anymore and we are "cool". And if we ever bump into each other or speak again on the phone, there will be no awkwardness. He was a pretty solid friend till his mistake.

I have not written in a few months. But somehow after this conversation, I was suddenly inspired to write, thanks to the emotions of the reconciliation. It definitely did something good to me.

PS: I just discovered today is International Friendship Day. Right after my make up conversation with him. Seems like the universe was definitely speaking to me ~ to reconcile with my friend whom I call " Eagle".

 It is quite scary to imagine that the last conversation you could have with a friend or loved one might be an angry one.


Tuesday, 14 February 2017




Hiya,
I love wraps and I will eat anything in a wrap. It's my guilty pleasure.
I wanted to make brekkie for my brother and I, and decided it would Be a fun idea to make it a different way.
You should try this - not only is it amazing, but it's fun and you can add your own filling. Plus it saves a lot of money too 😊

Ingredients
1. eggs x3
2. Sausages x4
3. Avocado, half a regular size
4. Cheese (cheddar - I sliced thinly myself)
5. Pita bread (store bought - you can make his yourself)
6. Stir fried veg - tomatoes, green & yellow bell peppers, onions, 1 scotch bonnet pepper)
7. Potatoes ( 2 medium sized)
7. Mayo

Steps:
1. Fry the sausages and set aside. Slice into chunks after it cools a bit.
2. Dice the veg and fry with some butter (not margarine - real butter)  add very little salt. Set aside
3. Scramble your eggs ( you could add cream to it)
4. Dice potatoes into cubs and fry.

Assembling the Wrap - the best part 😊
1. Put your wraps in a dry pan over low heat for about. 20 - 30 seconds on each side. Do not exceed this as it will become too crisp and won't fold over. You could also hold each wrap with tongs and put over an open flame on your cooker.
2. Lather your pita bread with some mayo and start assembling.
3. Spread your veg mix first at one side of the bread,  then layer with sausages, 0potatoes and scrambled eggs in hat order. Add the cheese slices and slices of avocado.
4. Now roll the pita bread close.
5. Set on a dish and slice in two to make it easier to handle. You could add barbecue sauce, ketchup, or sweet chilli sauce if you wish - I didn't 😊 Don't worry about the contents falling out of the wrap or juices running down, tastes better that way
6. Time to eat. If you have any wraps left over, wrap in foil and save for later.

I had 4 wraps using the ingredients above, so it's yummy.
The amazing hing about this dish is you can use anything for your filling! Be adventurous.
And share your variations 😊

Friday, 27 January 2017

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The BBA Podcast is back with Big Brother Naija.
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Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Hiya,

So I'm a huge fan of the keto lifestyle. I've been on and off it for a while now. It basically is a Low carb, high fat lifestyle. That means no rice, potatoes, yams, garri etc while you eat a lot of healthy fats like coconut oil,  butter (not margarine) real butters like Kerrygold, Lurpark, Presidente etc.

I love cooking so I enjoy the process of trying out new things. I've always craved these breakfast muffins but never really gotten round to making them. So this morning I decided I was going to make them and I have to admit they were absolutely amazing. I had 3 and I can't wait to have them for  breakfast tomorrow.




Ingredients
5 eggs
Full cream
Spinach
Seasoning ( I used a brand called Adobo & dry pepper)
Bacon
Pork sausage
Spring onion, onion, green pepper, yellow pepper
Half a tomatoe

Directions
1. Fry the bacon and then brown the pork sausage and mash. Chop the bacon into little pieces. Set aside
2. Stir fry the vegetables (these Vegas actually have carbs in them so use as little as possible)
3. Stir fry the spinach too.
4. Combine all above
5. Whisk the eggs together and add to the sausage/veg/bacon mixture
6. Add some cream and grate some cheese in there.
7. get your muffin tray and put the mixture in.
8. Dice your tomatoes in little cubes and place one in each tray. You could also use whole cherry tomatoes but they are solo expensive.
9. Oven should be preheated, bake at 170 degrees for about 20 - 30 mins.

Serve as desired. Store by putting in a ziplock bag and keeping in the fridge.

It tasted amazing - pop them into the microwave whenever you want to have them.
Total carb content of the entire batch - less than 6g. For each muffin 6g 0.5g carb. The beautiful thing about this is you could probably try with different veggies - cabbages, cauliflower, zucchini etc.

PS: a cup of garri contains about 75g of carbohydrate lool!



Sunday, 6 November 2016

Hey guys,

In this episode, Zibby talks about legendary Nigerian activist and educator, Mrs Olufunmilayo Ransome Kuti.  A Lenin Peace Prize winner, she was the mother of Afrobeat legend Fela Kuti. Mrs Kuti was the first Nigerian fermale to drive a car, and was a prominent activist who was part of the group who negotiated for Nigeria's independence. She fought for Nigerian women to have the riht to vote and forced a king to abdicate his throne due to excessive taxing of women.                             Nigerian Footballer Kanu Nwankwo and his achievements are discussed. Kanu is the most decorated African Footballer of all time. The Kanu Heart Foundation has given a new lease on life to thoudands all over Africa. The Kanu Nwankwo Soccer Academy in Canada is also letting young people live out their dreams and building them up or a career in football.                                                                       


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