I don’t know about you but I am a true Nigerian.



I don’t know about you but I am a true Nigerian.

Some people think I am butter and all…………….hmmmnn flicks human hair and rolls blue eyes.


What I will tell you is this…… there are different levels of butter and your buttyliciousness depends on your background.


Let me speak English small and elucidate the postulated possibilities further.


There are the BUTTER BUTTER…………..the original ones raised to power two,-their forefathers were born butter.


There are the Butter by Birth…………meaning your parents are not butter but succeeded in raising you as butter. (O possible o jare)


Then there is the Butter by Association………………. Your parents are not butter, you sef no butter but you come to become butter based on your associations with friends and exposure to the outside world. You fit even get accent sef even though you never smell the air of aeroplane talk more of vacation to Ghana, Benin or Cotonou.


Then there are the Butters by force………………all my wannabe butters………can I get a witness. You don’t need categorization. You know yaselves.


For all my pako homies……………….. a mon ra wa, ta ba ri rawa (We know ourselves just by seeing ourselves)


Anyway as I was saying, I am a Yoruba chick, with a Waffarian craze, Calabar’s culinary skills, Igbo’s sense of business, Hausa’s hospitality and Lagos sixth sense from the US of N (United States of Nigeria)