misshembe

About 6 months ago I published “If Boys could cry” it was pretty much my first published book. 6 months later, hundreds of copies have been sold, and the reviews have been consistent. This book is raw, relatable and honest… Available as an ebook on selar selar.com/7i66125756 Available in hard and soft formats on Amazon. a.co/d/0dae0U8j. This book unwraps toxic masculinity in a way you have never seen before.

Don’t ever sell yourself short. Not for the possibility of bigger deals, not to preserve friendships, not to maintain relationships, not to gain access to rooms you want to enter, and certainly not to make other people comfortable. Never become collateral damage in someone else’s pursuit of success, happiness or convenience. There is a difference between compromise and self-abandonment. Know when you are making room for others and when you are making yourself smaller to accommodate them. I can tell you on good authority; it never ends well! Never negotiate your worth hoping someone will eventually recognise it.

I'm attending a wedding next month. It's the bride's fifth wedding to a fifth man in one lifetime. She's just 48 years old. 🫢 How do I know her? I met her at a small neighbourhood hangout. She lives in a beautiful estate, a stone's throw from mine. Lovely terrace, courtesy of her last husband. But wait until you hear the interesting part. She owns three other houses in two decent locations in Abuja and one in Lagos. Each of those properties were acquired through three different ex-husbands. One after the other. And the woman doesn't play with her weddings. Every single one is a COMPLETE shutdown. You would think she's getting married for the first time. At this point, I don't know whether to study her, interview her or simply ask her to mentor some of our sisters. 😂 Maybe it is indeed a man's world, but some women are clearly not playing at all oh! Anyway, please suggest beautiful wedding guest outfits for me. No corsets, please. I want to eat freely, dance without restrictions and possibly walk up to the bride to ask: "Madam, abeg, wetin exactly you dey put for this stew?" 😭😭 Fun fact: She’s always the one who walks away.

When someone shows you who they’re, believe them the first time.

We don't talk enough about how annoying it is to meet people whose entire personality revolves around how influential their grandparents were in the First Republic. Yes, we know your grandfather was a Prime Minister. We know your family has an impressive surname. We know your uncles younger brother was a governor in Gowons Administration. But stop dangling surnames on us for a minute and tell us, WHO ARE YOU GAN GAN? What have you achieved outside your family tree?

If you ever choose to get married, I pray that your marriage is worth preserving for a reason higher than public opinion.

I struggle so hard to understand the idea of frontals with edges laid right on the forehead. Lagos girls’ please why?

“I am married” “Okay, how serious is you marriage” If them never kpai one Abuja jigolo the rest no go get sense

This desperate bid by every restaurant in Nigeria to sell “Smokey jollof” is becoming very disturbing. There’s nothing sensational about it. Only God knows what you all are using to get that silly Smokey effect, but whatever it is, someone has to stop you guys, and quickly too .

The need to be chosen can become such an expensive emotional investment when you forget that you too have the privilege of choosing.

Let it go

Artificial intelligence has brought to us a truly peculiar kind of intellectual insecurity . People can now produce work that is entirely beyond their actual competence, and for a while, nobody may notice. But one thing we must know is that eventually, life will ask questions that cannot be answered by generating yet another paragraph, life will test you in places where your WiFi is not connecting. It is at that point that you will truly understand that you cannot outsource the depth of understanding that is required to navigate the consequences of what you claim to know.

One day we will sit under the moonlight sun and talk about the modern day slavery that is Corporate Jobs in Nigeria.

Younger siblings that glow excessively should never receive a dime from you