Month: August 2015

The Friday Fun: 29 Aug 2015

The Friday Fun is coming to you a bit late and light this week, dear ones, as our team are having aggressively good holidays in these last few days of summer. Allow us to drop our apologies into your hearts like perfectly formed ice cubes into a delicious cocktail.  Besides, (not to make excuses) the Friday Fun is a feeling, a movement, a soul-condition, applicable in truth to any day of the week. Life should be a collection of #FridayFuns, a bouquet of joyful sips, a canvas liberally speckled with splatters of satisfaction.  The weekend is happening right now, chuckle bunnies; here are a literally a couple things to  help you continue to enjoy it… 1. This  genius little Venn diagram, to help you figure out how best to spend your entire life, not just your weekend.     2. These great excerpts from Neil Gaiman’s The Sleeper and The Spindle, a quick delight of a book that you should absolutely buy, read, and re read.               This week’s featured image is one my …

The Friday Fun: 21 August 2015

Now is the time for the great unfurling, the over-long day is done. Now is the time for the slow cessation, for all is calm and won. Now is the time for peace invited, for good and right and still; now is the time for joy provided, come and take your fill.  It’s the weekend, star gazers, and here are a few things to help you get into it.  1. This great photo of Maisie Williams – FYI, this is precisely the expression I get when ‘anti-feminists’ attempt to lecture me on the ‘natural order’.   2. This brilliant comic strip (you must check out this tumblr) poking gentle fun at the melanin-deprived.    3. This equally brilliant comic by Kate Benton on the most annoying of film watching faux-pas.   4. Finally this shot of two adorable mini-creatures, because if aliens ever came to earth and needed to know what “warm and fuzzy” meant, all we’d need to do is show them this photo.     Featured image is from one of our contributors here, …

Housekeeping

Hi guys, I’m not a great writer. Most of the time, I’m not even certain that I’m any good. I make far too many typos, and I always seem to read things out there that put my own humble scribblings to shame. My first blog was also woefully inconsistent and, more often than not, struck the wrong note with the very people I was hoping to connect with. All of this is to illustrate how imperfect and undeserving I am of all the support and kindness I get from all of you. Thank you for sticking with me, despite my long absences. Thank you for the emails and messages prompting me to get back into blogging. Thank you for embracing this new site with such warmth and enthusiasm, for sharing it with your friends. Thank you, most of all, for being a such an excellent bunch of people. The new miafarradaily.com is meant to be more magazine than personal blog. We’re still new, but I hope we’ve started to build a ‘feel’ and a ‘community’ …

Friend Dates, Frozen Margaritas and Diane Von Fostenburg

Socialising in Lagos can be, if you let it, a full time occupation requiring hours of grooming, a large financial investment in fashion and a military-like approach to scheduling. There are people here, normal people who put their trousers on one leg at a time,  who have schedules so packed they don’t have a free weekend until Spring 2016. I’ve only got about 3 more months of Lagos living, so lately I’ve been trying to get a piece of the action. I’m determinedly single* at the moment, so I’ve been going on a lot of friend dates. First, to 1415 at Eko Signature, a low-lit, elegant expanse of a restaurant serving up some of the best food I’ve had in Nigeria, ever. I mean it guys- every bite was like a fond memory and the service was impeccable. I went with my dearest S, and we both got obscenely dressed up, as is required in Lagos (she, in a burnt orange two piece with Sergio Rossi heels and a Saint Laurent clutch, and I in …

On Death, Traffic and Dreaming: An Essay

We weren’t particularly close. In fact, we’d never even met in person but I knew him well enough to mourn his loss when I heard the news. Cancer, they said. As much I wanted to, I could not cry. Somehow I could not rationalise the tears. In truth it’s illogical for any of us to think this life goes on forever. Why then does death make us so sad? All lives across time have and will continue to come to an end; this is our commonality, the great equaliser. There is no difference between a dead great man and a dead rabid dog. It is fair to almost feel personal insult by this logic. It seems cruel that after all is said and done, this dark finality is all we have to look forward to.  What, then, is the purpose of all our triumphs and trials? Such a morbid and obscure topic, death, but one I continued to contemplate it as I drove. **In traffic, as in life, the search for greener pastures is often …

The Friday Fun: 14 August 2015

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to live, and a time to die. A time to watch Netflix in your pyjamas and a time to wear incredibly painful heels for no sensible reason. A time to do yoga whilst contemplating the infinite and a time to grind your bottom into the crotch of a reasonably attractive guy you’ve only just met. A time to catch up on your personal grooming and a time to forget the meaning of make-up. A time to drive a bit too fast down the highway and a time to kiss your partner until they laugh. A time to eat bad food and a time to drink good wine. A time to embrace your loved ones and a time to hang out with your glamorous frenemies. A time to hug small children and a time to fervently thank God you don’t have any yet. A time to appreciate morning quiet and a time to revel in evening frivolities. All things have …

Boarding Pass Revolt: A Guide.

News reports have confirmed that there is no security reason for you to show your boarding pass at airport shops, and the only reason you’re compelled to do so is endless corporate greed.* The word is out, and the revolt has begun. As a person who has had her dignity stripped from her in the WH Smith at Heathrow T5, I am enraged. I doubt I am alone. Accordingly, I thought I’d compile a helpful list of things to do when asked to present your boarding pass to make sure you end up on the right side of history. Wave it in the air like a flag and say “The day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends, and show our boarding pass to enable Boots make a larger profit. But it is not this day! This day, I fight!” Hide it somewhere on your person and challenge the cashier to find it. “Is that a boarding pass in my pocket, or am I just happy to see you?” …

The Friday Fun: 7 August 2015

Too often, adult life can feel like an undeserved stream of one minor catastrophe after another. On Monday, you had an important meeting with your Executive Director, so you decided to take extra care with your make-up, only to find out too late that what you thought was a good copy of a ‘subtle everyday highlight and contour!’ youtube tutorial in fact made you look like a demented panda. And maybe on Wednesday, you had a hot date with a cute girl, so you dropped your car off at the car wash only to have it returned reeking of fried fish and old feet. Or, perhaps on Thursday, you found yourself in a puddle of helpless tears, because after spending 3  frantic weeks working to get an important business proposal to your (please God!) investor, your computer crashed taking with it all the facts and figures you need. Your mother lied to you when she said that hard work always pays off – what she ought to have said instead was that hard work sucks, …