Fope's Blog

It's not like I plan to post new blogposts on Tuesdays, Tuesday just happens to be the day that I don't plan much for. So here I am, on another Tuesday afternoon. Since my blog got a new look last week, I've been playing around with its structure. I've been trying to re-categorize posts to figure out exactly what the blog is about. I really want it to be about one thing, but there's no single thing that keeps me up at night- there are however a few things I love. I know that once I'm comfortable, I could talk about a topic forever. I also love sharing new knowledge! Oh and food and travel are my boos! Jesus is king in my life and I'm learning to love Him more, so I sometimes share about that. Anyway, if you clicked on this post, you're probably looking to really learn what is new with me. I'm travelling to Nigeria for almost three months. I'm kind of excited. I was very excited, but there were so many killjoys reminding me of the sketchy secu

I was sitting in my bed this morning and I imagined that I was already in grad school, far away from home. I was opening my door to receive a bouquet delivery from my anonymous lover. It was the second week of non-stop daily flowers, and the initial giddiness was giving way to slight panic at the possibility that I might have a stalker. It's probably the Nigerian in me. One does not simply forget that the village enemies may still be "on top your matter" aka, interested in disturbing your life. So I text the friend that I always text when things get weird in my life. Bless your heart B for always listening to my tales! She texts me back instantly saying I need to live in the moment and enjoy my flowers, as I was probably being courted old school style. "Girl, the  chase is on! Enjoy it!", she said.  As amused as I wanted to be, the sender was still anonymous, and the over-thinker in me was repeatedly doing drills of all the 'potential baes'

Did you know that I really wanted to be a sexologist? I haven't got the fine-prints of this career path jotted down yet, but I definitely still have it tightly held in my left palm. I took two classes (90hours) on human sexuality, did my weekly readings religiously, researched whatever got me curious and got so excited (no pun intended) about the content that I figured I had to calm down to see if the interest persisted past the courses I took, before I committed to it.  It did, but I decided to explore it in a different capacity (at least for now). So the dream is still very much alive. A little part of me knows that although it's been decades since Masters' and Johnson's  ground breaking work on human sexuality, my experience would still be very much like theirs.  We might pride ourselves in being those born into sexual revolution, but still, we're very much prudish in our discussions (or lack of discussions) around sex. The word "sex" itself is sti

I've been MIA ! I'm sorry😔. It's because the party has been happening on Snapchat. Yup! I've been so so random on there that blogging hasn't been top on my list. Blogging has been my space to just do my thing, and it just so happens that Snapchat lets me do that without the countless edits and rewrites.  It's kinda like vlogging and /or my life in pictures. And if I screw up a little, it's gone in 24 hours (well, it's gone until some super tech savvy people go digging). So I love it! And I should totally have invented Snapchat 😕. I still love my blog's peace and quiet and will definitely be back soon. There's also the bit that I'm likely to be without consistent internet for two or three months, and I'm certain that whenever I do find internet, it will to be splurged on posting a picture. So just so you're not left out, here's where the party's at: join in... Or don't😜! 

Guess who recently graduated?! 🙋🙋 I did! It's still not feeling real. Well, it's been almost a month since I wrote this post, so I guess some of the feelings might be outdated. I've gone from being really excited, to being an emotional wreck, and to many points in-between those two. Nonetheless, glory be to God without whom nothing would be possible! I'd say, I'm learning the whole process of trusting God! It's no walk in the park I tell you. I could do an entire rantisode (episode of pure rants) about that, but I'll spare you. Actually, I won't. #Classof2015 For the most part of the year it's been incredibly difficult to do life. If you know me you'd probably find that a little weird, because I'd consider my self a care-free, life-loving person. Still, it's been difficult to be authentically me. It's just been hard to be happy being myself...if that makes any sense. It was difficult not to compare myself with my friends who

 Even better than the post below, is this awesome post I found on reviveourhearts.com. You can totally skip mine and read this instead... it's that good : Sexual Desire and the Single Girl (10 Tips for Purity) A few things to do if you're horny, but you're not quite into flicking the bean, or for dudes, spanking the money. We win this one guys, flicking the bean sounds way cooler. It would amaze you the amount of times I've googled such advice as I now give, as an experienced , hmm, what's my title, Self-Controller. That made more sense in my head. Rarely did I ever find a solution that made sense from a Christian point of view....or that I actually felt like implementing.  So in the paragraphs that follow, I'll be sharing some of my finds. 1) Not all of us like to run or do the physical exercise stuff that most blogs on this topic prescribe, but if it's your cup of tea, I guess you should go ahead and do this. You will certainly either feel the high

Howdy! So someone asked me if I still had this blog this past month and I believe that's a bad sign...haha. Let's just say I write sometimes and other times, I don't. Today, I feel like writing about staying in my lane.  I don't even know if that's what I'll end up writing about.  Life is getting weirder. Undegrad is done, a.k.a., the comfort of kind of knowing what's happening next year with my life is gone. People are vanishing. Not quite literally, but they are. Everyone's on Instagram and Snapchat, and in church, and in school, and around, but they're not really 'here'. We're there with each other, but we're not together. It turns out intentionally booking appointments to meet up with people is what’s helping to maintain sanity.  I miss having eleven roommates in high school (and no it wasn't cramped).  It was great, we had fun; something interesting was always happening. From my life and bits of ... ehm let's cal