Decked out in her floral, maroon-coloured Noji Art bou-bou, E.J gave her make-up a final once over. Her signature Ruby Woo/Bridgerton Rouge lip and her faux Cindy Crawford-esque mole were always the perfect accents to her full-face beat. She picked up her Samsung S23 Ultra and took a selfie, as insurance, to make sure it... Continue Reading →
“I just need to get my outdoor wheelchair gloves from the top drawer. I will be with you lickety-split.” E.J. bellowed to Dr Patel, her awesome and amazing carer. Dr Patel had arranged the ramp outside. Since buying the Whill C2, getting out of the house was a tad tedious. E.J. parked the wheelchair at... Continue Reading →
Summer is upon us in Ol’ Blighty and with it comes a cheeky sun, wacky warm temperatures and a wide array of sunnies. During one of E.J.’s YouTube black holes, she stumbled across an interview with the inimitable Sophia Bush and one of the guest hosts of the Daily Show discussing her stage debut in... Continue Reading →
“Mama! Mama! Could you please turn on the fan in my room? Just getting some cold Evian from the fridge. Please and thank you.” E.J bellowed, whilst wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead. She parked her Whill C2 electric wheelchair in front of the ice box and grabbed the bottle of water from... Continue Reading →
A lot of stuff has happened since the last time I graced you with my presence. London is no more. A townhouse in Lagos is my new domicile. I ended my time as a blogger for a while but the biggest news of all is (drumroll, please...) I have a boyfriend! Exciting, I know! We... Continue Reading →
"I think a lap is an illusion," Ejurewa said, with gusto. "What?!" Kevwe replied, with a bizzaro look of confusion etched upon her face. "Explain." "Think about it. When you're seated, it's there and when you're standing, it's nowhere to be found. So...it never was," Ejurewa explained in a matter-of-fact tone. "Where the hell do... Continue Reading →
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