All posts tagged: fortheloveoflabels

The Silent Driver

Mr Femi was a simple man, with a simple job. Every morning at 6am, he washed first the cars, then himself. After that, he had breakfast- fried yam and egg, washed down with hot milo- if Cook Oye was in a good mood. At 8am, he put on his tie and sat in the car. Between 8.15 and 8.20, Madam and the children emerged from the big house and after a careful drive through Ikoyi’s leafy streets, he pulled into the parking lot of St Joseph’s Primary School by no later than 8.45. At 9.30am, Madam returned to the car and Mr Femi drove Madam to the gym. After that, his time was his own until 3pm. Usually he would return home for lunch – garri and soup- but once a week, usually on Thursdays, he would drive to the local NNPC filling station and fill up the tank. At 3pm, he would pick Madam up from her friend’s house and they would be back outside the school gates at 3.30pm. Madam would gather the …

A List of Things That Happened During Christmastide That I Want To Tell You Guys About

I read in a church program (we went to church 3 times) that the entire period between Christmas and like Jan 6th or something is called Christmastide and for the rest of the holiday whenever people said “Merry Christmas!” to me I replied with “And a Merry Christmastide to you!” and honestly? The fact that generally I got a sort of confused smile in return amused me way too much. My sister kept calling the new Hunger Games movie “To Kill a Mockingjay”. I made THE best butternut squash soup I have ever made, and that’s saying something, because I make it every Christmas, and it’s always a huge gastronomical success, but this time, everyone had so much they almost forgot to save room for the other courses and my dad said, seriously, “Maybe I should give you some money to open a restaurant in Abuja.” and because the way my dad shows love is generally to give you some money and because he doesn’t really know how to give a proper compliment or say …

The Friday Fun: November 13th 2015

We are very sorry to have been away from you, our dear hearts, for so long but our feelings of sorry are being completely overwhelmed by our feelings of woohoo because we are, as you can see, BACK. We are here, and so are you, and most importantly, SO IS THE WEEKEND.  Here are a few things to help you get into it. 1.This vine of the bizarrely and inexplicably delightful Corduroy Cat. Why is it made from corduroy? Don’t worry about it. What even is that song playing in the background? Scientists are certain it’s good for you, so the details are irrelevant. All you need to know is that this cat is happy, and watching it will make you happy, let’s all be happy like this cat. https://vine.co/v/eLIZBOAQTYI/embed/postcardhttps://platform.vine.co/static/scripts/embed.js 2. These two amazing but deeply unsettling short stories (it’s Friday the 13th!) which are perfect reading material for Sunday morning alternatively that odd, empty hour on Saturday afternoon during which you know you ought to be doing something fun and cool but you’ve got …

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 …

FOR THE LOVE OF LABELS: The Chloe Drew

… if the Chloe Drew were a person, she’d be the girl you met at university whose beauty struck you immediately as indisputable but effortless. You’d have tried to hate her, because she scared you a little bit with her deceptively simple style and instant popularity, but eventually you realised that she was lovely, and steady, and true and you’d be silly to pass up on the chance to get to know her better. Eventually, you took the plunge and walked up to her and said hello; she smiled at you,  gave you half the cupcake she’d been having for lunch and said ‘Share the calories, share the love eh?’ with a twinkle in her eye and a rueful shrug. You’d known then and there that you’d never have to be formal or polite or considerate with her feelings- she’d let you be you, inspire you to be better, but she’d never ever stress you out. After a while, you two would become inseparable. She’d encourage you to disdain makeup on the weekends, but teach …