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Coconut Oil – the BEST make up remover

Coconut oil is the best make up remover I have ever used, ever. It literally dissolves and breaks down the makeup and lifts it off your face. Looking at common make up items a lot of them contain oil and as we all well know water doesn’t dissolve oil, but oil dissolves oil, hence why coconut oil is such a good make up remover. Although coconut oil is my preference, I have used olive oil which worked just as well.
How to use oil to remove your make-up

You will need

  • Coconut oil
  • baby wipes/ make up wipes
  • Skin cleanser

1. Add some oil around your face, you want all of your face to be coated but not dripping with oil

2. Gently work the oil into the face, not forgetting the eyebrows, eyelashes and lips. Rub the oil in circular motions.

3. You should notice the oil on your face should begin to discolour, especially around your eyes (you may look like a panda when you are done 🐼)

4. Wipe off the make up and oil from your face using the wipe. Most (if not all) the makeup on your face should be gone by this point.

5. Proceed to wash your face as normal

This is a technique I use and would recommend to you too.

Try it and let me know how it goes.
Until next time 

Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl 

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Not everyday DIY 

Happy new year 

Hope christmas and new years celebrations have been enjoyable and a fun time with family.

I am the biggest DIY advocate ever. In the era of YouTube and Google, what do you need a professional for? I have used YouTube for a number of things most especially related to hair. That includes styling, reviews, tutorials and a host of other things.

That was until I went for a professional hair consultation. I learnt so much in the few hours I was with the hair consultant I saw. Although she told me a number of things I already knew, because I saw her, she could actually look at my hair and assess it in a way I just couldn’t have done alone. 

This I guess may not be applicable to everyone as some people are more hands on than others but we can’t be experts in  everything. It’s impossible to be equally good at everything. The focus, time and practice it will take to be a pro in one particular area cannot be replicated for all other areas. It’s actually impossible 🙄. Why not then go to see someone who has the expertise in the area you are not so strong. Remember the saying “jack of all trades, master of none”. That being said I am still a DIY diehard, but I’m not afraid to ask for help.

Until next time 

Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl 

Christianity – The Nigerian Way 

​Hi all

I’ve been privileged to be a part of an African church for several years. I must say that no two days are the same and there is always something to make you giggle, always. Below I’ve shared just some of the unique things about attending or growing up in an African church

1.Hymns are subject to various types of remixes – hymns are usually quite sombre songs but I have heard hymns on the keyboard, with a talking drum, with beats and on the saxophone – and all suprisingly quite good too.

2. Any excuse to dance is welcomed with open arms – during the offering, if the pastor wants a dance session, if someone is bringing their new baby to church, if someone has a testimony, the list goes on

3. “Offering time = blessing time”, “Testimony time =blessing time”, “up up Jesus = down down satan” are some of the more popular phrases that everyone knows.

4. The service is liable to run over stated time once in a while

5. You don’t really need a background in music to join the music ministry – all you need is a willing heart and a voice (whatever it sounds like)

6. New years eve aka crossover night is mandatorily spent at church 

7. Sunday service requires your Sunday best – so best outfit, shoes, hair, make up, only the best for God’s house 

8. Testimony givers will most likely sing a song unless warned otherwise 

9. Attending an African church gives you non biological mandatory family who will expect invitations to all major life events 

10. Mum or dad making a night vigil compulsory is pretty much iron clad – whether or not you feel like it or not 

11. Special church occasions mean Jollof Rice,  fried rice, cake, drinks or all of the above 

12. The service always ends with “the grace of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God…..” always.

These are the few I can think of. Do you have any other ones? Share them below!
Until next time 

Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl 

The Blog Tag!

Hey everyone

I was kindly nominated for the “blog tag” by Natalie of PursueInspire http://pursueinspire.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/blog-tag/

Are you named after someone? Not someone I personally know but I am named after Queen Esther in the bible.

When was the last time you cried? I can’t pinpoint exactly but maybe a week or two ago, watching the news on Israel and Palestine 😦

Do you have any children? Nope, no children yet.

If you were another person would you be a friend of yourself? Yes I think I would. I think I’m a good friend :-p

Do you have any guilty pleasures? I have a sugar addiction. I have been fighting to give up chocolate, it’s an ongoing battle.

Do you like handwriting? Yes, it can be quicker that starting up the laptop and handwriting has more character.

What’s your favourite cereal? I can’t really remember as I don’t really ever eat cereal. I like porridge and Belvita biscuits through I have now given them up 😦

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their hair, the way they are dressed and their shoes.

What’s the colour of your eyes? Dark brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings all the time. I like to feel happy, inspired and ready to conquer the world after watching a film

Favourite TV Show? There are a couple. Recently got into orange is the new black. I quite like new girl. Just started watching scandal and that is also looking rather good.

Winter or summer? Summer, sunshine and warmth over snow anytime (though I love snow)

Hugs or kisses? Hugs! 🙂

Special talent? I enjoy singing and I dabble in fiction writing and song writing.

Where were you born? East London, UK

Hobbies? Reading, shopping, listening to music and now the gym, LOL

Do you have any pets? Nope, had some goldfish when I was quite young but no pets after the goldfish died

Favourite movie(s)? That I can remember off the top of my head Coming to America, Madam Dearest (Nollywood Movie)

What colour is your car? The colour is pending, soon arriving, 🙂

What do you want to do when you grow up? I grown up and still growing up. I’m not totally decided to be honest, still giving it a good bit of thought

Ok, I nominate Trudy of Flash In Lites http://xflashinlitesx.blogspot.co.uk/
And I nominate Kehinde of Perfectly Imperfect https://justsoperfectlyimperfect.wordpress.com/tag/kehinde-adeogun/

Yours Always
MemoirsOfAYorubaGirl
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Just A Little Bit!

Hey blog lovers 

I’ve been away for a while, I do apologise for my abscence. As you may or may not know, I dabble in fiction writing from time to time. I was looking through emails I had written, looking for something completely different when I came across a story I started (this happens fairly often). The story is literally in the beginning stages , it doesnt even have a name! Its still in its embryo stages. I decided to come and share it here, just to give you some afternoon stimulation . Have a read, excuse any grammatical errors you may see and drop any feedback in the comment box below .  Love as always 

MemoirsOfAYorubaGirl

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Chapter Three (of the nameless story)

The 1st time Wale hit me was on the way back from a mutual friend’s get together. It was a black and white boat party in some place in London near Trafalgar Square. I was soo excited as it was the first formal outing myself and Wale had attended together. Although Wale was a student, he was pretty well off. He drove all the way from his London University to pick me up and drove me back home though admittedly he had wanted me to stay over at his. Wale looked delicious. I had to literally stop myself from salivating. He wore a crisp pressed black tux, with a fresh haircut and a neatly trimmed goatee to match. I wore a dress I picked in a Next sale, which luckily looked a lot more expensive than it actually was.

The drive to the boat party was heaven. Wale wouldn’t stop complimenting me and kept making me laugh all the way there. When we got the party, I got hit on quite a few times, even with Wale on my arm. Wale made the grave mistake of going to get us both drinks from the bar. That was all this particular creep needed to come up to me and start talking to me. He was actually very friendly but rather cheeky. I tried my best to be polite. I did not plan to laugh at whatever joke he was cracking, but I couldn’t help myself. Wale walked up just as the creep dropped the million pound question “so, can I have your number?”. Luckily he quickly retreated when he saw the look on Wale’s face. I laughed it off but the laughter quickly died in my throat when I realised Wale was still pretty upset. “Wale, what’s up?”. “Why were you talking to the guy?” “He came to talk to me, actually. I was standing here where you left me”. My answer wasn’t sufficient for Wale. “Don’t embarrass me like that Ada, do you get it? When you are out with me behave with some decency”. That comment made me frown, my eyebrows shooting up instantly. “Are you being serious Wale? you need to just chill out ok? It’s not that serious”. I thought he had let it go and the incident didn’t cross my mind again for the rest of the evening.

When it finally came time to go home, we did our rounds of goodbyes to the celebrants’ and the other guest and walked towards Wale’s car. I was walking slightly ahead of wale, because I came off the boat 1st. The night was cool and the view off the edge of the water was really nice. Next thing I knew, Wale’s hand grabbed my arm swinging me around and then quickly landing a hot slap on the right cheek. The shock of the slap made me drop everything I was carrying, including a very expensive glass party favour. When the glassed smashed on the pavement, Wale quickly realised what he had done. He proceeded to cry, saying he was sorry and didn’t know what had come over him.

I think the slap cleared any sort of good reasoning from my head, I couldn’t form any words. I picked up the contents of my bag from the floor, quickly stuffed them into my clutch and started off towards Wale’s car, my feet thudding with each step. The drive back home was very silent and extremely awkward. I stared out of the window as Wale tried to make conversation. I ignored him and didn’t even look in his direction. When he realised his attempts at conversation were futile, he left me alone. As soon as we got up to my campus halls, I grabbed my things and jumped out of the car. I didn’t even look back once and Wale had the sense to not try and call me back. Luckily it was late so all my friends were asleep. I quickly unlocked my room dorm, locked it behind me. I dumped all my stuff on the floor and shed my dress in favour of my pyjamas. I removed all the make up and got into bed. I lay there for quite a while with the evening replaying in my mind. I wasn’t sure if I had done anything to warrant Wale slapping me. I knew it wasn’t right for him to hit me. My dad had never slapped my mum in all their marriage together. The last thing I remember was my pillow feeling damp from my tears that had soaked through.  

Lessons from Everyday Life

Hey there again,

Thank you for stopping by today. My line of work means I work with mature adults about 60/70% of the time. In working with them, I have learnt some truly amazing things about life and have received some good pieces of advice which I will share with you.

Strange as it , as I hardly have conversations deeper than brushing the surface, I have really learnt some insightful things.

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1. Love is BLIND – it warms my heart when couples who have been married for 30/40 or more years come to appointments together. It’s most likely these people don’t look exactly the same as when they first got together but they still love each other. It’s so nice to see that love can last for so long. Admittedly , it seems to get better. It can be very bittersweet when people may come in after a partner has passed on – it shows how fond they were of their partner and how strong the bond of love is.

2.Leave a legacy – a lot of these people have children who now take care of them, some of them help look after grandchildren, some go and visit but regardless, I’m sure if they are no longer around, they have left a permanent mark on the lives of the people around them.

3. Learn to appreciate the little things – the people that go out of their way to help you, people that go the extra mile for you, appreciate them. We receive many biscuits, chocolates, cakes and cards from people who just wanted to say thank you.

4. The number one thing I’m told at work is to “enjoy life while you are young” – this is so stark because these people have lived for a long time and are in a good place to tell me that. Who better to advise you on living life than someone who has been where you are.

5. Have children – this one is more something I have observed than have been told. Having children doesn’t necessarily mean biological kids alone (though they do count). It could be extended family, family friend, adopted child, or someone you mentor. I realise how much children (biological or not) are willing to do/give for their parents/parent figures.

6. Look after your health while you are young – this is another one I have seen more than been told. I have learnt the importance of looking after your health while you are young as it seems health has a cumulative effect, so good and/or bad things will build up over time.

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Until next time
Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl
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I’m Inspired, Now Its Your Turn

Hey hey

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I’m sure you’ve heard plenty of motivational talks in your lifetime and I don’t by any means consider myself a motivational speaker. However I would like to share some words of wisdom I (try to) live by.

1. Life is short, do what you love – this is something I am working on personally. It doesn’t mean you have to make money off of it, if you are passionate about it (and it’s legal) I say go for it. Even if it’s weird. The worst that can happen is that you fail. If you fail, you won’t die.
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2.Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is not yet here, all you have is now – it’s time to let go of the past. The regrets we wish we could rewind and change. The opportunities we wish we took. The grades we wish we got. The people we wish we met. I think we can be complacent because we feel we have loads of time. A big big wake up call is that people your age and younger than you pass on all the time. Everyday is a gift and tomorrow isn’t promised. Don’t leave till tomorrow what you can do today.

3. If you never ask, you never get – the worst thing that can happen if you ask is that a person says no or a place turns you down. You may even find they say yes. But the answer will always be a definite no if you never ask.

4. The worst thing that can happen is that you fail….You won’t die.

5. Life gets exciting when you challenge yourself and step outside of your comfort zone.

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6. Sometimes you have to motivate yourself and then motivate yourself again – sometimes people may just not see what you see so can’t support what your doing. You may have to be your own cheerleader sometimes.

7. God meets us at the point of taking action – we pray and then we act. “Faith without works is dead”. That means if its in God’s will and you’ve prayed it through, step out and God will meet you there as you take action.

8. The people we look up to, the products we can’t live without all came from someone taking a step out of their comfort zone – who knows what you have to offer the world?

9. Procrastination steals from you and can eventually kill you – procrastination is an enemy because it steals your time. Time is priceless because you can never get it back …. Ever.

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I hope these thoughts have encouraged you to step out and make this the year you change your life. I’ll come back and check these when I get demotivated and I hope you’ll do the same.

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Until Next Time
Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl
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Product Review: Dudu Osun Black Soap

Hey there

feels good to be back with this product review. I had to hunt high and low to get this soap after a random disapperance from all the shops I would normally purchase it from, so I decided
whenever I was able to get my hands on it again, I would review it.

If you’re into natural products or have natural hair, I’m sure you would have heard a little about Dudu Osun Soap. Dudu Osun soap is manfucatured in Nigeria (Woop woop) by a company called Tropical Naturals. Dudu Osun literally means black camwood soap. Wikipedia describe camwood (scientific name Baphia nitida, also known as african sandalwood) as a shrubby, hard-wooded African tree. Its wood is commonly used to make a red dye. The earliest dye wood (Camwood) was from West Africa. There’s not a great deal on camwood on Google, but it is described as having antiseptic and skin balancing propeties. (http://shearadiance.typepad.com/shea_radiance/2009/08/african-camwood-for-skincare.html). Do check out this great article about camwood http://tribune.com.ng/index.php/natural-health/44820-scientists-corroborate-usefulness-of-cam-wood-dye-in-skin-conditions.

Dudu Osun is a type of african black soap but not the only type. Though they can be similar, african black soap will differ depending on the area it comes from and its individual batch. African black soap can come from Ghana or Nigeria or somewhere else in Africa but will differ slightly depend on where and who made the soap. As far as I am aware, real african black soap , whether Ose Dudu Osun, a black Soap from Nigeria, a Black Soap from Ghana or somewhere else in Africa SHOULD NOT BE JET BLACK IN COLOUR. If the soap is jet black in colour, this will likely be due to colouring being added and will probably not be a natural soap.

As a side note , Osun is also the name of a state in Nigeria. Osun state which contains the Obafemi Awolowo University. Its capital is Osogbo. The university is also said to be located in the ancient town of Ile-Ife, a important historical site for the Yoruba culture. Oshun, or Ochun, is an Orisha who reigns over love, intimacy, beauty, wealth and diplomacy. She is worshiped also in Brazilian Candomblé Ketu, with the name spelled Oxum. She should not be confused, however, with a different Orisha of a similar name spelled “Osun,” who is the protector of the Ori, or our heads and inner souls. ochun relates mostly to woman but also man (keep checking for the Nigerian history stuff to come, 😉 )

Although it is literally translated as black soap, Dudu Osun is infact brown in colour. It lathers well and produces a brown foam/liquid. It has an earthy smell, it’s difficult to describe, but I think it smells divine.

Ose Dudu Osun

The description of the Dudu Osun Black Soap by its company says that “Dudu- Osun is the age long African black soap made the traditional way by hand from pure natural ingredients and herbs from the tropical rain forest and savannah regions. No artificial colours No preservatives bio degradable Cleanses Nourishes Protects Refreshes your skin”

The listed ingredients are
Pure honey, shea butter, osun (camwood), palmkernel oil, cocoa pod ash, palm bunch ash, aloe vera, lime juice, water & fragrance.

My Review
I loooove Dudu Osun, I think its the Bees Knees. I use as a body soap, a facial soap and as shampoo. I love the fact its ingredients are natural, so I’m not putting unknown chemicals and random stuff on my skin. It retails in the UK black hairshops for about £1 (these are everywhere), which I wouldn’t call expensive. I can’t really speak for other countries but you can always check on Amazon, Ebay for the soap also, although it may be more expensive. I’ve been using this soap for several years with little complaints.

When using Dudu Osun, it is important to allow it to dry after you use it. Because of its natural composition , if it remains wet, it will finish more quickly.

As a word of caution, Dudu Osun can be very drying for the skin on your face (as I learnt the hard way). When using it for your face, I recommend you use it with COLD WATER. As I later learnt, because the soap contains lime juice, using this with warm/hot water can be overkill for facial skin.

It’s a product that speaks for itself, just check out its reviews on the internet. Although it’s a soap of African origin, there are no limitations on who can use it.

So if your natural girl, looking for a staple cleanser … Dudu Osun may just be the way to go!

Let me know how you find it after using it.

Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl
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A Guide to Surviving Final Year

As a survivor of final year (finished on the 9th of May) I feel I have some knowledge to impart (LOL) on surviving the pinnacle of your university studies.

For me personally, I can hand on heart say that my final year was the most difficult year of my degree. Not because the material itself was difficult, (it was sometimes) it was the sheer amount of work I was faced with, and within a short time period. Within a few weeks of starting back at university, I had a couple of essays due, my dissertation data analysis pending, my dissertation write up to do, along with all the other expected things that come with uni e.g. attending lectures 😉

The thing I felt was the most help to me in my final year was……keeping on top of my work.

As much as I was able, I tried not to leave work to the last minute. This is inevitable once in a while, but if this happens with every assignment hand in, something is wrong (in my opinion anyway). Starting work earlier meant I had the luxury of time to read around my subject to a decent amount of depth and get help if and when I needed it.

Another really helpful thing is speaking to people in the year above you. It’s a great way to get an idea of what to expect, things you will have to do and submit. It’s a little bit like a cheat sheet for you next year (only a little, 😉) Its also a good idea to bounce ideas off people on your course. They may just know something you don’t, and you know what they say … no man is an island.

Stay away from caffeine loaded energy drinks (eg relentless, red bull etc) and limit all-nighters. Caffeine loaded energy drinks are not the one. Agreed they can keep you awake, but they leave you with an awful edge/buzz afterwards. All-nighters sometimes are necessary. In my personal experience, I found them good sometimes but most times my brain was only engaged for so long and I would have probably got more done if I had just gone to bed earlier and come back in the morning. Back to back all-nighters are not much help either. I found when I did them, my productivity went down with every additional night I did an all-nighter – which makes them pointless then.

Red Bull?

Have fun – go out and do whatever you enjoy , it makes everything just that little bit easier.

Don’t live on takeaways (which means you can have them SOMETIMES) otherwise you may end up with a face looking like a dot to dot sheet, and you’ll just end up feeling crappy.

Make sure you save you work and back it up at REGULAR intervals, especially things like your dissertation. Someone always manages to lose their work for various reasons. Regular saving of work to various different places will help to ensure that person is not you. When I was writing my dissertation, I had it saved on my laptop, my USB drive, my hard drive and I emailed it to myself several times as well. Losing several months of work was really not an option.

Most importantly, have something to keep you sane, when it all gets a little bit too much. This year, hand on heart I can say God kept me sane. Times when I felt I couldn’t carry on, God gave me peace that made no sense. When I had only a few days to prepare for major exams, God helped me to push myself and loads of other little things that helped me to finish.

And that’s my list; I think I’ve included everything. Did you find anything in particular helped you during your study?

MemoirsOfAYorubaGirl
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