Author: Mia Farraday

The Friday Fun: 4 September 2015

We are now officially in the tail-end of the year, guys- aka the “Ember” months, when the flames of 2015 begin their slow decline. We are also witnessing the dying throes of summer; our beloved sun is tiring, flights are getting cheaper, tans are fading and you’re allowing yourself dessert because you’ve already shown off your summer body. It’s almost over, which is unutterably sad, but don’t despair as we’re not quite there yet. There are still summer frolics to be had, flings to find, memories to create and cocktails to consume. As everything begins to wind down, I wish you one last hurrah, one more reckless night of sweat and shimmering bodies, one more drive up to the lake house, one more beach day, and one more summer kiss. It’s the weekend, sun lovers, and here are a few things to help you get into it. 1.This ultimate song of the summer, Walk The Moon’s Shut Up And Dance 2. This great photo of Rihanna, taken for Dior Mag, because she is essentially the …

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 …

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, …

The Curious Death of Baba Sola

Originally posted on Nigerian Newcomer:
My mother’s cousin died last month and relatives called from the village to tell her. But the phone connection was so bad, she couldn’t hear them, so when they said he died of cancer, my mother, standing by the window for better reception, said, “What? Tanker ke? Ni bo?” The person on the end of the line replied, “At home.” My mother hung up and put her hand over her mouth. She said, “Baba Sola ti ku o. A tanker ran into his house and killed him.” What struck me later, after it was cleared up, wasn’t her mistake but that for her, both options seemed equally likely. That here, between tanker and cancer, one did not seem more farfetched than the other.

The Friday Fun: 31 July 2015

Today I looked out of my window and saw a stray cat licking its paw. It didn’t matter to Cat that around him, there were cars jostling for space in a narrow road, street hawkers desperate to flog their wares of rapidly rotting fruit, security guards walking their respective beats on guard against danger, office workers in suits and ties pounding the pavement on the way from one meeting to another.  All Cat cared about was its paw, and licking it, so that’s what Cat did- lick, lick, lick, slowly and deliberately, with complete focus and utter indifference to the cares and demands of the world about it. There’s a lesson to be learned from Cat- that no matter how frantic and frenzied the world may be around you, it’s very important, nay absolutely crucial, to take a moment and concentrate on you.  Cat was saying, with each delicate pass of his tongue, “Humans- why not pause in your mad schemes and endless worries, pick a thing that nourishes you, and do it?” Now, it’s …