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  What to Expect from  Situationship . "Situationship: How To Stop Breaking Your Own Heart" is an honest and vulnerable read about getting real about your relationship needs. Sharing from her own experiences, Fope Nkwocha's book  Situationship  is a heartfelt and powerful book on a drama-free approach to dating. It will challenge you to rethink your relationship-forming habits. Get Your Copy Today! Amazon (ebook or Paperback) Google Books Apple Books Okada Books What People Are Saying What to Expect from Situationship.   "Situationship: How To Stop Breaking Your Own Heart" is an honest and vulnerable read about getting real about your relationship needs. Sharing from her own experiences, Fope Nkwocha's book Situationship is a heartfelt and powerful book on a drama-free approach to dating. It will challenge you to rethink your relationship-forming habits.   What People Are Saying What to Expect from Situationship.   "Situationship: How To Stop Bre...

Guys! I somehow managed to convince Obi to do a Youtube video with me! So it seemed fitting that we start with a "how we met" video. Enjoy! And please share your ideas for future topics...especially now that we're staying at home we have the time to make videos. You know the drill: Please Like, Comment and please subscribe. + watch something else before you leave ;) Youtube: Fopsy the Great Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/fopsythegreat/ website: fopsy.ca

Let's talk about Money guys! How does everyone afford those weddings? Are they al born with the money? Are they going broke to put up these shows? Worry not, We're not thinking about them right now, we're talking about YOU and how to even have that conversation with your partner, and when you have it...+ how to stick with the budget you've come up with. Watch this video and more videos on love and life on my Youtube channel Please Watch! Like! Share! and subscribe :)

I got married recently, and I have a ton of valuable info to pass on if you're looking to have a relatively stress free wedding season. I started a youtube series on How to have a Stress Free Wedding . This series is for you if you believe wedding planning does not have to be stressful and you want some guidance from someone who's done this.  I want you to know that you can be sane, and relaxed while planning a fun wedding. And if stressful things happen, I'm telling you how to handle them too.  You can (and you should) enjoy this process., so let me teach you how! Alright, go watch the videos ! They're short and easy to digest. Some things to expect in the series:  How to define your wedding vision Budget: Why it's important to have the money talks early How to manage your emotions (and those of other stakeholders when planning)  A case for weddings on a shorter timeline  Do you need an event planner or is it just a money guzzler? How to Dec...

Guess who started a YouTube channel! Yup, me! Guess who is finally starting to talking more about love? Yeah like the love part of "musings about life and  Love."  Yes, still me!  I hope you enjoy watching this video as much as I enjoyed making it! Please subscribe to get notified when I create more.  I hope you enjoy watching this video as much as I enjoyed making it! Please subscribe to get notified when I create more. Share! Comment! Like! Y'all know the drill.  Thank you! Your support is seriously appreciated :) Watch my video... here's the link ...again :)

These 3 pieces of advice seem pretty basic. But trust me, they're far from basic: Love Yourself, Love Your God, & Love Your Person 1.  Don't awaken love till the time is right;  it's a form of self-love to wait for the right time and person. Bored people think about love a lot, and I can testify. Sometimes you're not craving love and attention; you're just bored. You're not staying in touch with your friends and you're not doing anything outside work or school that give you life. So, whenever you go on Instagram, Twitter, Netflix and see something even remotely romantic you're suddenly aware of your singleness and you imagine that your life will be so much fuller if you had romantic love. But there's so much more to you.  You have friends that need you. You have talents that need to be expressed. You have more money-making opportunities in you. You have organizations that could use your generosity, especially your time. The thing is, ...

I'm starting a hashtag to chronicle my own love story :D FOBI = Fope + Obi. Look at God! Will Update this with a bomb photo of us later :) Edit: still working on the Bomb photo but for now, I love this goofy one. Drumroll please! yes, bomb photo has arrived! Shout out to @ToluFiz for the fine snaps :). View this post on Instagram Anytime we recount our journey to people, 🤯this is how they react . I like how wild it is. To me, it means we can’t take credit for it. I’m super grateful for the Extravagant gift that Obi is, and even more grateful to the giver of this great gift! God is still doing exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think. #FOBIforever loading !!! 💃🏾 📸: @fiz__co A post shared by Fope (@fopsythegreat) on Jul 12, 2019 at 2:29pm PDT via GIFER

Photo by Steve Johnson from Pexels This evening, my sister called me. She'd just come out of her school's prize-giving day and she was mad she didn't get any awards. Honestly, she had reason to be mad. This year, she worked super duper hard, and got grades to show for it, pretty much 100% on every test, or 97% on the 'bad' days. So, she figured at least one of those perfect grades had to count for something. But they didn't. "Not even an acknowledgement of my hard work. I really really tried this year", she said.   The thing is, this was a rant and we both knew it. Despite her hardwork, we both knew that her not getting the award meant it went to someone even more deserving. Still, it sucked. And that's how adulting feels. There are days I feel like I've worked so soo hard and something slips right out of my grasp, and I have no one to blame. Sometimes I try to blame myself, but I soon realize there's no point crying over spilled m...

This weekend has me feeling some type of Chimamanda way about the word "beautiful". Photo credit:  terriem  via  Foter.com  /  CC BY-NC-SA Being mothers' day weekend, I've heard the word "beautiful" thrown around carelessly more than usual. It's  like we become mentally lazy when giving women compliments. We think, "Women like to be called beautiful, and it's a word that is generally endearing." I don't doubt that many women enjoy being called beautiful, but it's demeaning when it's used in situations where there's so much more to be celebrated, where beauty obviously played no part in the achievement of success. It's the curse of a patriarchal society that we've somehow forgotten that words that apply to men, can and often should apply to women too. So I thought I'd help a little.  For the next time you want to praise a woman in your life for something that she didn't use her face or good lo...

I think my kind of feminism is what Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie calls  Feminst Lite .  This is me  : Feminist who believes in equal rights for men and women, and who also believes in the Biblical model of womanhood- in and outside marriage. In marriage it's with the infamous submission, outside it, it's a  celebration of the uniqueness of being a woman. I don't believe that men are "naturally superior", rather I believe God has bestowed different responsibilities on men and women in a marriage that the order of headship and submission gives room for. This difference in roles comes with no qualifier of what's more or less important. To me, the bottom line of  Feminism is having a choice, a real choice. Not the kind of choice that is available on paper, but gives room for systemic misogyny, where taking a maternity leave can severely damage my career. Photo credit:  richard evea  via  Foter.com  /  CC BY-SA I think both...

I never understood the whole " playing hard to get" movement. In my head, if you liked someone and felt like it could go somewhere; if it felt like you'd done your due diligence - a.k.a you'd checked that there were no obvious red flags and that you shared similar values, then you'd let things flow...albeit cautiously. That was my old thinking. Photo credit:  Cate Storymoon  via  Foter.com  /  CC BY-SA I now feel like a scarred person, and I don't like it. I mean with other things in life, it makes sense that you adjust your behavior as you learn, that you go into the future armed with lessons learned. But for this, it feels like a bad idea that I'm allowing negative experiences influence how I approach the future. Then again, I think it'd be stupid not to. It's now so bad that I no longer go into any _ships (read as: situationShip, friendShip, potentialShip and other ships) with open arms. There's no longer my usual e xciteme...

Pride isn't always big and grand or loud. And I think this subtle kind has to be the worst. It's the kind that makes me see her mismatched eyebrows before I see her. It's also the kind that makes me hang on so much to the error in the order of his words, that I end up missing the point of what he was saying. Sharp, critical tongue.  That's what Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth calls it. On some days I call it telling it as it is, on other days I sandwich it between cozy good words. But that's like handing someone a blade sandwich; nicely cushioning the blades between bread doesn't make it less cruel. A sharp, critical tongue is one way to show pride, but there's also the habit of interrupting people mid-speech, the need to control outcomes, and  whole list  you can self-diagnose against. Photo credit:  ~Momma B~  via  Foter.com  /  CC BY-NC- I haven't quite nailed it yet, so this isn't a here's my "victory over pride" self-help...

I had this idea to write what I'd like to have experienced by the end of 2017 now. They're not quite detailed goals for the year, but rather, some overall themes to hold myself to in the months to come. So here I am, actually sticking to one of the many things I've resolved to do this year: turning more ideas into actions. I remember 2016 in two parts: the first was January to March - incredibly strange periods of my life, lots of acting out of character; then the other part was October to December - trying to stuff in a year's worth of personal achievements into the last few moments. I don't really remember much of the middle. So in 2017, there'll be a lot of this - writing. Not just in a journal tucked away somewhere safe, but here too, out in the world for the days when I can't remember the meaning of all the code messages I've embedded in my journal for secrecy sake (ironic right? I too cannot deal with myself sometimes). There'll also be...

My friend got married last week, and on their wedding website she pretty much said, "I'm marrying the guy I made fun of in a group chat with my friends". I thought it was funny, so obviously I read the rest of the story. It was one of those where she had an assumption about who he would be, it was all fun and jokes until they got talking and he turned out to be amazing. So amazing that she now calls him the love of her life, and they've vowed to spend forever together. Now, this is one story where she gave him a chance, even when he seemed laughable.  At the very least, we can say it wasn’t love at first sight, a.k.a. no obvious chemistry.  Today’s 21 st century love script  in a 'no chemistry' situation probably says, “nah, the guy would probably fit in the friend zone”. Right? How about we talk a little about seeing beyond the 21st-century ingredients for love and instant attraction? Photo credit:  Katy.Tresedder  via  Foter.com  /...

I now get why some Christians decide to do extreme things like refusing to own a T.V. I'm watching this episode of Moments with Mo , and the topic is No Romance without Finance. Urgh. So may things be hitting the wrong nerves. I'm giving this thing a try where I completely substitute my music for Christian music. It's doable, I know. But I love Sunny Ade and a little Olamide here and there. I mean, I already know better than to accept the lyrics of the songs as the truth, but on some days I'm also embarrassed of what I'm listening to. I DJed for about15 minutes at a hangout  with my friends the other day, and when the pretty gross lyrics of Olamide and Phyno's "Ladi" came on, I was quite ashamed. The friends weren't even actively listening to the words of the song, but my own spirit condemned me. Photo credit:  DeveionPhotography  via  Foter.com  /  CC BY-ND So what is it today that's got me ranting. So many things in the Youtube ...

In an   earlier musing ,   I said that I thought my newly found contentment was the “the kind that came with being at complete peace with God.” And unlike Trump, I haven't changed my mind. But I wanted to   know how to bottle this state of peaceful happiness   for the days when it might be illogical to remain that happy. So I did some digging into my new habits and talked the One who knows it all, and here’s what I found: I think discontentment with my life starts when I refuse to count my blessings. When I'm so focused on the part of my glass that is half empty that I ignore all that it has taken to fill this glass up to this point.  I know my life in itself is such an underappreciated gift. I have good health, sound mind, a wealth of family and loving friends, and many other priceless gifts. Yet, all these sometimes seem very trifling in the light of unmet expectations. Photo credit:   Richard Walker Photography   via   Foter.com ...

It's June a.k.a. birthday month and I'm taking stock of my life...again. I don't know how or why, well maybe I do, but January to April were incredibly lonely. I wasn't always alone, but it was just lonely. I had just gotten back from my Naija trip, during which I almost always had something to be excited about. Even basic stuff like the constant honking of  okada   guys had me alert and somewhat excited about life. Then I came back to Canada and moved 7 hours away from home. New city, new school, new phase of life (sorta), no more mother to whine about my day to, no more siblings to bug me, and then there was the super dry city...oh, and winter too. Basically, a whole lot of change and the result? Bam! I gained 15-20lbs and didn't even realize it, and I also got involved in some *sigh* let's call them avoidable things. Photo credit:  wolfgangfoto  via  Scandinavian  /  CC BY-ND Now, it's June and I've had really rea...