Sports Minister, Bolaji Abdullahi, on Wednesday expressed concern over the type of politics that is being introduced into the forthcoming Confederation of African Football (CAF) Executive Council seat election.Read More →
Hi Readers! Having dad back home, well and strong was just great! Praise God! Soon we began to disperse. Funke, my brother Benny’s wife and Ify, Joe’s , were the first to leave. They had to go see to the children and their businesses. Chuma, Dicta’s husband, who at last has been able to get into politics, howbeit in a very small way in his home state in Enugu, had to leave to go attend urgent meetings there.Read More →
Hi Readers! I know this may sound a bit silly, but the hospital is a pretty dreary place to spend the night in. All I’ve done so far in my life with regards to the hospital, is go pay a patient a visit. I breeze in with chocolates, fruits, magazine/newspapers, provision, etc., flash dazzling smiles which hopefully are expected to liven up the atmosphere and make the patient feel a lot better, sit around a bit, bid him/her ‘goodbye’ and then leg it back home; satisfied that I had accomplished my mission of doing a good deed.Read More →
Hi Readers! Strangely I was able to sleep soundly that first night in Accra, in spite of my anxiety over my dad’s health. It must have been exhaustion. I’m sure I would have continued sleeping till evening, if Dicta, who was sharing a room with me hadn’t woken me up at eight to tell me that breakfast was almost ready.Read More →
Hi Readers! Strangely I was able to sleep soundly that first night in Accra, in spite of my anxiety over my dad’s health. It must have been exhaustion. I’m sure I would have continued sleeping till evening, if Dicta, who was sharing a room with me hadn’t woken me up at eight to tell me that breakfast was almost ready…Read More →
HI Readers! It was when I asked of my mum and was told that she was in hospital alongside my dad that the gravity of the situation hit me. I must have fainted because when I came to, I was soaked in iced water and Tayo was sitting on the same couch with me, fanning me, even though the air-conditioner was on…Read More →
Hi Readers! I must confess that as I stood looking at Tayo’s two cute grandsons at her daughter, Dupe’s place in London, I felt inadequate. Was I jealous? No. Envious? Just a tiny bit. Tayo is my closest friend on earth, and we’ve both come a long way, but if you start out in life with someone, it’s impossible never to compare what you are/what you have with hers at some point.Read More →
Hi Readers! As we sat waiting for the others to join us in the restaurant, I brought up again the issue of entering through the kitchen and what other diners might have been thinking as they saw us access the dining area from there. I told Tayo that ladies of class like us shouldn’t have done such a thing.Read More →
HI Readers! The bus tour of London really loosened me up, and all the loneliness and self-pity I had been experiencing disappeared fast. I couldn’t help wishing that we had something similar back home, say, in Lagos , Abuja, or any of the big cities. It’s so relaxing and educative too.Read More →
Hi Readers! After my encounter with Edmund and his fiancee at Poundland in Hammersmith, I perked up, as my hitherto idle mind now had things to turn over, the uppermost being why Edmund told me that if his fiancee got pregnant, it wouldn’t be by him.Read More →
Hi Readers! Please bear with the Vanguard as I apologize for those Mondays that this column was not published, and thank all those who felt concerned enough to send me text messages, asking what was happening.
In all these years this column has been running, God has made it possible for me to send down scripts to the Vanguard. I’m sure He’ll continue to allow this for as long as the column runs.
HI Readers! Hurrah! At last I’m on vacation, and I’m penning these lines outside the country. My place in Lagos is virtually empty as nanny has gone to her village in Togo for a week. Seb who’s also over here with Belinda told Robert, his Togolese steward, to go spend the nights at my place with our guard until we get back.Read More →
By Treena Kwenta HI Readers! It was a Saturday and I was preparing to go out when Edmund showed up with Tayo’s m1,1m. He had taken her to their hometown Onitsha to spend a week, and they were on their way to his apartment in Apapa, when they made a detour to my place. AsRead More →
Hi Readers! First things first. I must express my immense gratitude to all of you who sent text messages to congratulate me on Heather’s wedding. Actually, texts had been trickling in since the traditional wedding in Jos, just before Christmas. The most recent are the large number commending Heather and me for her purity until her wedding night.Read More →
Hi Readers! I got a little insight of the relationship between Seb and Belinda while
the three of us, along with Edmund, were paying a visit to Tayo’s mum in Abeokuta. Make no mistake – they are fond of each other, enjoy being together, and above all, understand each other well.
Hi Readers! I got a little insight of the relationship between Seb and Belinda while the three of us, along with Edmund, were paying a visit to Tayo’s mum in Abeokuta. Make no mistake – they are fond of each other, enjoy being together, and above all, understand each other well.Read More →
Hi Readers! The next time that Edmund visited me, he came in a state-of-the art Lexus jeep. I was impressed.
“Wao, Edmund! You’ve arrived! You’ve made it big! I didn’t know you were worth this much. You must be swimming in Angolan oil. Tell me, do you have an oil block over there now?”Read More →
Hi Readers! The first thing that the gals did on their return to Lagos was to go
pay a visit to the supposedly sick Belinda – Seb’s fiancee. Why? Well, my view when Becky the evangelist/peace-maker mooted the idea was that we should leave her alone. I suggested to the gals that we should each ring her up to ask how Belinda was feeling, and then leave the matter at that.
Hi Readers! This is Treena, at last! Are you breathing a sigh of relief that I’ve got my page back, or are you missing Tayo? Don’t make me jealous by feeling the former. I guard this page very jealously, you know, and I appreciate all those who read it; particularly those who have stayed loyal for over twenty years! Wao! It’s been running for more than 26 years now! Amazing!Read More →
I was pleasantly surprised when we got to the airport in Accra to find the place awash with so many of my relatives; mainly the younger generation of dad’s family in Ghana, and mum’s family from Liberia and Sierra Leone.
Hi Readers!Nanny and I arrived here in Accra yesterday, a week ahead of Heather’s white wedding. Boy! It was nice to see my parents looking so well and happy. Aunt Adeline too! I became like a little girl once again as I hugged each of them over and over again. The sudden death of Tayo’s dad made me appreciate my parents being alive, and I asked after their health solicitously.”Read More →
Hi Readers! It takes a lot of courage to sleep when there’s so much sorrow in the house, so, needless to say that I found it difficult to go to sleep in Tayo’s room to which Liz, Boma, Becky and I had retired for the night.Read More →
Hi Readers! Talk of the wind blowing weeds into your garden of lovely roses! It was a Saturday mid-morning and our materials supplier had just delivered the various materials we were going to use for Heather’s white wedding in Accra. We were in high spirits as we admired one material after the other.Read More →
Hi Readers! The days are simply flying past! It seems a million years ago that we all went up to Jos for Heather’s traditional wedding. The couple have since paid a visit to Robert’s relatives in the West Indies and have returned to their desks in Britain.Read More →
I didn’t know whether to be pleased or annoyed that Seyi turned up at the airport to see off Milwan. We had sat around waiting for him and the others to check-in, when I noticed that there was a young lady, moving around from point to point with him. At first, I had thought that she was another passenger, but on closer observation, I discovered that it was Seyi. I was about to draw Tayo’s attention to it, when she nudged me and nodded in her direction.Read More →
Hi Readers! It was the festive season alright, but my heart became heavy as the time for Milwan, Heather and Robert to return to Britain, drew near. After the party for them at Becky’s place they had just under 48 hours before leaving. I jokingly asked if they would consider staying for Christmas.Read More →
Hi Readers! The gals were enjoying themselves so much at the party for Heather, Robert and Milwan at Becky’s place that we didn’t leave, after all.Read More →
Hi Readers! I returned to Lagos from Jos with a heavy heart. We had all had a marvellous time in Jos, but I hadn’t planned the after-event properly.Read More →
Hi Readers! A reader sent a text to ask if Belinda was present at my daughter’s traditional wedding in Jos just before Christmas.Read More →
Hi Readers! Praise God! We had very fine weather for the traditional wedding. There was some harmattan haze at first, but as the day progressed, this dissipated, revealing a clear sky. Early that morning, Seb sent text messages round that all our guests from Lagos should meet at one of his flats in town for brunch, so that he and I could introduce them to Robert and his parents.Read More →
Hi Readers! Based on what nanny had told me, I did my best to avoid Seb too, so that peace can reign. I couldn’t trust myself not to bring up the registry wedding issue if I got him on my own. I was successful in this for a day or so, but when my siblings arrived from down south, that changed immediately.Read More →
Hi Readers! On the drive down to Jos, I debated in my mind whether or not, to scold Seb for keeping Heather’s registry wedding a secret from me. I wouldn’t have done that to him. I wouldn’t dare! What stressful times could he have been going through that he could conveniently forget to tell me?Read More →