Channel 2 is back ON AIR!

I’m delighted to report the resumption of broadcast of Indigo Radio FM Channel 2.

The story formerly known as “Do You Remember Me” will now continue as “Forgot to Forget You” on as regular a weekly schedule as possible!

I do hope you enjoy it!

For Table of Contents Go here.
Analysis Time

WARNING: Some Use Of Strong Language!

To say that what happened between Derin and I in that restaurant parking lot confused me – is an understatement.

So naturally the next day I ended up in Maminat’s Old ikoyi residence seeking clarity.

Naturally we sat in her lovely, airy, morrocan tiled patio – under a recently purchased and vibrantly healthy looking Persimmon tree growing through a circular hole that had apparently been cut right through her floor to allow access to the soil beneath her house.

Naturally she was serving me Oolong tea in the skillful Gong fu style from a Yixing clay teapot over a water tray that she assured me had been hand carved from pure granite by an actual – Chinese – artisan – monk – that she still exchanged emails with every now and then.


For once though, I didn’t have time to be overwhelmed by my friend because the matter on ground was too urgent.

Over the mellow tea I told her everything that happened, step for step, careful not to leave out critical details like my estimates on the amount of pressure, friction and temperature of what I was currently calling the “happening” or the amount of time it took me to recover, get into my car and drive home.

“You’re sure it was lips you felt? Not fingers like this – ” Maminat reached forward and softly brushed the back of her fingers against my lips.

I stared at her.

“Even if that’s what he did, would that be normal?” I asked her.

“Wouldn’t it? Don’t guys always do that? Even when you’re wearing lipstick?”

I frowned, “No?”

“I thought it just meant shhh,” she frowned back.

I shook my head determined not to be distracted, “Maminat, he kissed me!”

Maminat sighed, “Honestly, this is an unexpected escalation,”

“Escalation?” I was starting to wonder if i’d ever had a lucid conversation with a person I considered one of my best friends. “Escalation of what?”

The look the beautiful girl pinned me with then was decidedly sly.

“Girin,” she said cryptically.

“What is that?” I asked but the dread was already creeping up my spine even as Maminat leaned forward, smiling into my face as her warm perfume wafted over me.

“Gigi and Derin… GiRin.”


Anyway,  that’s how I ended up finally deciding to root out my other best friend, Dienye who may have been an introvert but was at least sane and loyal enough not to ship me with the husbands of my other friends…

I hoped.

Dienye lived in her parents pleasantly shabby old, SW Ikoyi duplex and as far as I knew she had no plans to ever move out.

Not even to get married.

She lived her days doing cool graphic design stuff for companies and the occasional celeb.

She did it all from her bedroom and when she wasn’t working, she was watching Korean dramas and salivating over her latest Oppa*. (cultural notes below)

Well, ok, maybe loyalty wasn’t her strongest point but I have never known a person more content with her life just as it was.

She answered her door in the slacker uniform of old t-shirt and track downs, yawned then scratched her tummy while peering blearily at me through her glasses.

“Did you bring donuts?” She asked and of course I had since I’d told her this was an emergency and like I’ve mentioned, I never approach problems without sugar.

We settled down in her bedroom where her HD LCD screen was frozen at a scene depicting her current Oppa* flexing picture perfect abs and pecs in an obligatory shower scene.

Sitting on her quilted bed, surrounded by Dienye’s environment that hadn’t changed much since Secondary School days always made me feel like a teenager.

Actually, the whole situation I was currently in was giving me serious war flashbacks of my adolescence.

“I’ll just come out and say it, “ I told her before she’d even sunk her teeth into her first sugary treat, “he kissed me.”

“Sh*t,” Dienye said eyebrows flying, “is that good or bad?”

“It’s very bad, Dienye and you’re supposed to ask who kissed me?”

“Who kissed you?” she asked obediently.

“Derin” I dropped the bomb.

Dienye’s expression didn’t change, “Who?”

I breathed deep.


I love Dienye a lot but she’s ALWAYS like this.

If a person doesn’t play a central enough role in her life (like “Mother” “Father” “Immediate Best Friend for the Last 10 years or so”) or feature in a Korean drama then they’re just names to her.

And she really doesn’t care so it can be infuriating…

“Akudo’s husband, Dienye,” I explained slowly, “ Akudo’s husband smooched me in a restaurant parking lot last night – and I’m losing my mind”

“F**k!” Dienye said the donut falling from her hand. I finally had the response I wanted. “Why?”

“If I knew, would I be here feeding you donuts?”

“You’re right,” Dienye agreed, she was finally awake, “Ok, please start from the beginning. Help me to understand.”

More than a little gratified that I was finally being taken seriously I broke it all down for her just the way I had for Maminat, pausing only to breath or answer the occasional sharp question interjected by my friend.

When I was done, Dienye who was sitting crosslegged beside me put her hands down decisively on her thighs.

“Here’s what I’m getting from this Gigi,” she said, “and I’m drawing from my wealth of experience as someone who has watched every kind of romantic drama there is in at least 4 different languages and cultures….”

I prepared myself for her sage advise.

“This Cat wants you.” Dienye told me soberly.

I realized my error immediately.

Of course it would look like Derin was interested in me if you weren’t aware of his and Akudo’s messed up dynamic.

I had always kept the things I’d witnessed about their relationship mostly to myself. It wasn’t my drama to share. Except now – all of a sudden it sort of was – and so I proceeded to quickly fill Dienye in on the background mess that preceded the ‘happening”.

Dienye frowned and nodded. “that’s well and good,” she said, “but he wants you, sha,”

“First of all,” I told her, “I wish you would stop saying that because it bothers me.”

“Sorry” my friend said meekly.

“Secondly, didn’t you hear me? He’s literally co-dependant on Akudo. He loves her.”

“I understand,” Dienye said, “that’s why it’s so weird that he’s crushing on you. At least he’s admitted it to himself. I really hate in dramas when you’re like 15 episodes in and the guy is basically stalking the chick but he still doesn’t know he likes her… like, how does that even work?”

“Dienye this isn’t a drama – it’s my life.”

“Ah – yes. Noted.” Dienye pushed up her glasses and shifted me a speculative glance, “But if it was – and I was writing it? I would make you confront him – wait, O! First of all how do you even feel about this? Do you like him?”

“Are you mad?”

“Just checking,” my friend smirked, “Anyway, like I said, I would make you straight up ask him like – my guy what the actual f**k?”

“I can’t believe you’re giving me the same advice as Maminat…”

I really couldn’t because as people they couldn’t be more different! How could they be on the same P on this?

“What did Maminat say?” Dienye asked with interest. She was probably the only friend I had that didn’t just see Maminat as a runs girl that I should totally stay away from.

Dienye thought Maminat was “mad cool” and always said she would’ve made friends with her if she hadn’t stopped making new friends after Primary School.

“Maminat said why don’t I just ask him why he did that?” I admitted.

Dienye nodded her head in agreement, “Why don’t you?”

“Because!!!” I wheezed in fear and exasperation, “Then it would become REAL!”

Dienye gave me an exceptionally deadpan expression as she bit into her donut then spoke around the bite, “s’already real fam, what’re you talking about…?”

“No, it’s only real if Derin and I talk about it,” I insisted because everyone intuitively knows that, right?

“Or if Akudo finds out.” Dienye added and I caught a mild panic attack.

God knows I would NEVER in a MILLION years want to tell Akudo about this but – what if Derin did? I mean – who knew what was going on his head anyway?

I shuddered.

“Was it good?” Dienye asked. Her gaze had turned speculative again.

“What?” I asked distracted by the new threat of Derin snitching.

“The kiss. Was it good? Does Derin got the moves? Did he he hydrate your panties? What would you score him?” her eyes were sparkling behind her spectacles now.

“Ok, ew,” I shifted away from her, “Can you not perv on this? I keep reminding you that Derin is real and very married to my friend AND boss!”

“Sorry. My bad. It’s just been never since you’ve gotten any – I feel… excited!” She shrugged unrepentantly.

“What, like you’ve gotten any.” I challenged her, peeved.

She stared back at me poe faced.

“Wait – ” I said.

Her gaze stayed enigmatic. She bit into her donut again.

“Dienye Briggs have you… are you…?” I suddenly understood her excitement for my drama because now that the shoe was potentially on the other foot my inner gist monster had suddenly awoken.

Dienye was even worse than me when it came to guys (though she has managed to have at least one relationship) because she never even goes out and she has her Oppas.

“Am I what?” she asked disingenuously finishing up her donut and licking sugar off her fingers.

“Do you have gist?” I asked, my spidey senses tingling.

“Nope!” she said smacking her lips with satisfaction and reaching for another donut. , “Now back to you…”

I knew she was lying. My inner gist monster could smell the gist on her… but my problem was pressing so I let it go for now.

“What’s the thing that worries you the most about this whole kissing thing?” Dienye asked adjusting her glasses and suddenly looking scholarly. Well – except for the now sugar encrusted, I-work-at-home couture she had going on.

“Well… everything, “ I said, “but mostly I’m freaked out that it might mean something and that Akudo’s going to find out and murder me.”

“So if you leave it alone and he doesn’t say anything – and nothing else happens – then you’re good.” she suggested.

“Exactly,” I said loving that scenario.


“Must there be a ‘but’?” I moaned.

“Well, do you maybe have mind control powers you could use to salvage this situation?” she asked and I don’t so I shushed, “as I was saying, if Derin is not the tall, dark and silent type – if he’s in actuality more the, tall, sensitive and chatty type – then he’s a wild card, Gigi.”

My heart thudded in my ears.

She was right.

Derin was definitely sensitive and chatty.


“Since you say he’s that crazy over Akudo, did it occur to you he might have done it to make her jealous? In which case he would need her to find out about it?”

My heart rate sped up so much I wondered if I was actually having a heart attack.

“H-he wouldn’t – do me like that though – right?” I asked.

Dienye shrugged callously, “girl, I dunno..”

Sh*t. Sh*t. It really hadn’t occurred to me though it should have!

This was a nightmare. I had no choice but to confront him about it and stop him!

I stood up abruptly. “Dienye I have to go!” I said hurriedly stepping into my flats and grabbing my handbag.

Dienye grinned at me understandingly as she got up too. “Go for it Gigi! Don’t become a hashtag.”

She walked me out, hugged me then showed me her fist and said “Fighting!”*

Then I was alone in my car wondering just how the heck I thought I was going to handle this.


Cultural Notes:
Oppa – Hangul (Korean language) for “Brother”. Women use it to address either older brothers or older male acquaintances they’re close to. In Nigeria I guess it’s the equivalent in a way of calling an older male sibling, cousin or acquaintance that’s a bit older than you “Broda.”
However in Korea, ideally it’s done with something they call “Aegyo” which is basically baby talk and – er – not for the squeamish. “Oppa” is frequently used with varying degrees of seriousness within the fan culture for Korean Dramas (Kdramas) and Korean Pop (KPop).
Fighting – An English word adopted into Korean slang it’s usuallyy pronounced “Hwaiting” and is used as a term of encouragement. It’s also usually accompanied by the gesture of an upheld fist (like you’re forming a bicep but not flexing). Can be said instead of Good Luck.

Gigi’s Job Satisfaction Evaluation

Gigi Job Satisfaction

An Audio Recording of Gigi’s Visit with her HR representative:


I’d like you to talk to me frankly about your concerns…


Ok, See…

My boss who is also my former senior from secondary school and my good friend keeps getting me involved in her marital problems.

Something is up with her for real, it’s like she’s not satisfied or something? And I find that crazy because her husband is like the best guy in the world, like he adores her….

I mean….

I’m sure he does?

Ok – to be honest it’s not as straight forward as it could be because there’s this guy also from my secondary school past who used to be my best friend in JSS but then he got really smoking hot over one summer and ended up as my boss’s boyfriend.

You follow?

And while I was in denial about it in JSS, as a grown woman I can now admit that I may still have the tiniest bit of a crush on him but more importantly – so does my boss, I suspect!

And that is very not good because marriages in peril do not need the added stress of hot exes messing things up – and obviously, since I keep getting dragged into everything,  I’m terrified that it’s all gonna go hard south now that Etomi is back….

Did I mention that Etomi is back?

And that he treats me like an invisible, gaseous substance?

And that’s not even the worst thing!

The worst thing is – my boss’s husband is my friend too so imagine how hard it is for me when they squabble and I’m supposed to picks sides? Like seriously?

And then –  he’s got it into his mind to turn me into a project most likely to take his mind off his breaking heart? I dunno? But the project is to find me a boy friend.

Why, right?

At first he was like you’re a cool girl, I know a lot of guys that would love to date you.

Stupid me, my head swelled.

And it must have been my swelled head that made me go along with it because I should’ve seen the signs.

I sha found myself alone with him in a restaurant parking lot after what for all intents and purposes was a date with him.

How do I know it was a date?

Apart from the usual signifiers like location and ambience there’s the fact that he kissed me.

He kissed me O.

My friend/boss’s husband kissed me.

I’m just dead.

Come, was I supposed to talk about work?

Should I continue?

#ForgotToForgetYou Coming Soon


Now is a great time to refresh your memory on the story so far with Forgot to Forget You formerly known as Do You Remember Me (see what I kinda did there with the memory thing? Oknevermind) and to make it even easier for you I’ve put it on Wattpad!

That way you don’t have to navigate from chapter to chapter! Just turn the page and read on😁

We’re on a kind of secret countdown now guys and I’ll have good things for you soon!

Thanks for always reading.


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Morning Song

I wrote this song a few days ago with my 40th Birthday about to roll up.

It’s for my new collection of Internet songs The Book of Good Spells by my fictional band The Juju Beads. This collection is supposed to be like a hymn book to positive vibes.

When I was writing it I was thinking about those horror flicks where the protagonist just needs to survive the night to win the movie. I was thinking of what a relief that first glimpse of dawn always felt like.

Something kind of cool happened though. After I wrote my last post I realized my subconscious may have tricked me into expressing my feelings about where I am in my life right now.

I’m leaving some dark days behind and I don’t even know how I made it but I’m here. There are regrets of course but I’ve learned over time that regret leads to downward spirals and hope is what keeps a heart afloat.

I feel like a survivor somehow and Morning Song is about choosing to survive.

Hope you like it 🙂

Morning Song 

– The Juju Beads


(Easy Delicious)
Look out world we made it

The dark’s already faded

Pull in a breath – release it

We’re glad the night is done


At least until the next one

But please don’t think of that now

The daylight’s for the hopeful ones

Who wait all night for dawn


This song’s for the morning

This song’s for the light

Cos blessed are the ones who sing

Against the silence of the Night


And who knows maybe this time

If we don’t shut our eyes

The things that hunt us will subside

And the night will pass us by


Look out world we made it

The dark’s already faded

Pull in a breath – release it

We’re glad the night is done


At least until the next one

But please don’t think of that now

The daylight’s for the hopeful ones

Who pray until the dawn


And if you find your eyes a little grainy – don’t sleep

And if you count the cost, the loss of living – don’t weep


Look out world we made it

The dark’s already faded

Pull in a breath – release it

We’re glad the night is done


At least until the next one

But please don’t think of that now

The daylight’s for the hopeful ones

The daylight’s for the sun


I had to write tonight of course.


Not to make excuses for not writing before now but to personally mark this night. The last night of my thirties.


I don’t want to be lengthy or political or poetic or anything. I just need to say some personal things that I hope I  remember later.


My thirties – now that I look back on them – were surprisingly like a second adolescence. A lot of insecurities and doubts. A constant struggle with my self image and my inability to accept a life that really wasn’t how I imagined it would be while I was still in my real teens.


As tomorrow approaches along with my 40th year mark, I’m rethinking a few things.
These days I feel like if there were things I couldn’t accept about myself or my life these last 10 years – maybe it’s because I could stand to be more broad minded. And less judgmental. And maybe that’s something I can work on over the next ten years (granted I get them, of course).


On my 30th birthday I told everyone that would listen how unbothered I was to be leaving my 20s and how I was saying goodbye to uncertainties and hello to the new confident thirty something me. It was all bluffing of course.


I was terrified. I had no job, my then relationship had reached a stalemate and I was soon leaving the country I’d lived in for almost a decade to try my luck back home. I was made of fear and I was even more scared to acknowledge it.


If I had to pin point a difference between then and now I’d say at least now I get that fear comes with the territory. Now I can admit to it and that’s ok as long as I don’t necessarily give in to it.


Bluffing is ok too. It’s just one more way of trying to get from A to B. Sometimes I fake it till I make it or I don’t make it and then I try another way.


Other thoughts.


I have a little girl who will turn 5 this year and she’s amazing.




My hair has gone a bit silver in front and it’s actually pretty.


I found out this year that I have high blood pressure and that’s been the push I needed to start being more conscious of how I treat my body and mind every day.


Changing my life habits and making healthier ones – bruh…. such a battle and I lose more times than I win. But it’s a good battle and the few wins are worth every single loss so there’s that.


My life partner is my best friend. Even when we squabble. He’s been my safe place and I’ve needed one.


I really need to make more of an effort to spend time with my folks and siblings. For real, introvert or not, I need to do better.


My other battle – the battle with my self and my fear when it comes to writing – still rages which is good because fighting is better than dead.


But winning is nicest of all so over the next decade I’ll work on that too.


This wasn’t supposed to be long. I still surprise myself. I’m just getting to know myself.


So yeah… it’s Saturday 7/7/17, 9:27pm and I have a deadline I need to meet for Sunday so I’m going to stop here.


This 39 going on 40 moment was brought to you by my ever reliable mental gymnast friend, Procrastination.


*peace sign*

First of all, I always knew I wanted to write. I remember as far back as being 6 or 7 and wanting to be an “Author” because I loved books and so authors were my heroes and of course I wanted to be one. I wanted to make people feel the way books made me feel.

And that’s actually still true for me, it’s just that movies and TV got tangled in it somehow too.

Growing up in a strict household, movies were one of the few things we were allowed to do (until 8pm on weekdays and 10 on weekends). I watched a LOT of them; just musicals at first but in greater variety as I grew older and somewhere along the line – I fell for them. Big time.

I remember a time in my teenage years when I lived at Video Clubs and there wasn’t an A, B or C list actor I couldn’t put a name or at least part of a filmography to. I loved imagery. I loved acting and stories that could only be told visually – LOVED it. But I was never able to admit it to myself till I was already in University registered for a Bsc in Broadcast Communications (my unconscious halfway point).

My parents weren’t too pleased when after my sophomore year I changed to Communication in Video and Film but I was deliriously happy! At last I got to go to film history classes (I still have my David Cook text which I refused to sell though it’s an older edition) and I got to handle Bolex cameras and celluloid film! I spliced and taped with my own hands and learned the wondrous joys of editing… I loved it so much that I thought I might actually want to be a director instead of an author.

Unluckily (or luckily) for me, I didn’t quite have the temperament for it. It takes a different kind of artistry and patience and personal force be it loud or silent to sit on the canvas chair. I took a couple of passes at it and on top of having the wrong temperament I  found in the end and to my surprise that it didn’t give me the bone deep satisfaction I got from a manuscript (or even a post like this) completed to my satisfaction.

It was fortunate for me that I had double majored in creative writing as well and also that the Video/Film course gave me enough experience with scriptwriting that I could now think of stories in terms of that format as well. That was actually a very important thing.

Reading scripts and practicing writing them taught me how a medium affects the way a story can be told and how prose, poetry, stage, screen, music and even comic book writing each offer their own unique opportunities for building a narrative.

I’d known that I loved visual story telling but I’d believed I could only do it by directing (which by the way I still low key want to do properly at least once before I die). It was a revelation for me to realize that there was so much more to it. There was writing and all the stuff that gets decided in pre-production. There was also editing and all the stuff that goes down during post-production. All of them were important, creative  aspects of telling the story.

With screenwriting, I felt like I was eating my cake and having it. I finally had the tools I needed to make a film using my first love and base strength – writing!

I’ve been working on it ever since and I’ll talk in another post about the actual experience of getting into it professionally after I graduated and came home to Nigeria (cross fingers that I get to it!!!).

These days, one of my favourite aspects of screenwriting is dialogue because you have to be so much more sensitive about it than in prose fiction. In a script (in prose too actually) you don’t want unnatural dialogue jarring people out of the story – but when you sit down to write it, you find that the way people actually speak is a slippery and fascinating thing.

Like in prose, dialogue is  an important way to move your narrative along as well as give uniqueness and life to your characters. Unlike in prose, dialogue is the only other way you have apart from action to develop your character and move your narrative. But you can never use too much. This was a tough lesson for me to learn. In film, there is SO much more said in silences – and when characters do speak there are rhythms and patterns to it.

Spoken language is a lot more dynamic than the written word.

When you write dialogue you it’s not just about filling your character’s mouth with information. When I write dialogue I think about what my character needs to express in that moment… then I kind of listen for it.
That’s the best way I can describe it and it’s such a rush when you hear it or catch it; a distinct,  living character’s voice.

Have I ever mentioned how I do random dialogues in my head when I’m driving alone?

And sometimes voice them?


Anywho, it’s a craft I’m still learning but I’m grateful for the opportunities I get to practice which brings me to the other awesome part about screenwriting. Finally seeing what had previously only existed in the boundaries of your mind up on the screen.

Talk about a feel good moment.

If you have any questions for me about my personal experience writing for TV, I’ll be happy to answer! Just pop it in the comments!





A dose of escapism is is good for once in a while, just don’t forget to come back…

Magical Moonbeam

An Audio Doodle for Tony Ukpo’s Film “Random 11”

By The Juju Beads aka Easy Delicious

“Once upon a time there was a sad Princess
One day she caught a moonbeam in her hands
And the moonbeam asked her what she wanted
so she whispered in its ear…”

Magical Moonbeam 2x
Take me somewhere
Magical Moonbeam 2x
Somewhere out there
Sing me a song of 2x
Cats and Fiddles
Don’t let me think of 2x
Wolves and Riddles
On a night like this it’s clear my heart is anywhere but here So fly with me

Magical Moonbeam 2x
I’m so tired of
Running in Circles 2x
Rings of Roses
The world is broken 2x
Who can fix it
The bridge is falling
Fix it with sticks
On a night like this it’s clear my heart is anywhere but here So fly with me

Da da da da da 2x
Da da da da
Da da da da da 2x
Da da da da
Da da da da da 2x
Da da da da
Da da da da da 3x


You can get Random 11 here!

Am I the slowest writer in the world?


I probably am.

And I have the receipts to make that claim but thankfully I also have too much of a sense of shame to share them with you.

Either way, today as we officially enter the era of Trump *shudders*, I thought I should probably get off my behind and let you all know what I’ve been doing instead of updating DYRM 🙂

  1. Being a Mom and (believe me I use this term very loosely as I am extremely bad at it) a house wife. My baby has become a little person of 3 going on 4 full of observations and questions, not all of which I’m even qualified to answer. I have learned to sometimes just say, “yeah, I really don’t know” and I think (hope) she respects that?  She has strong ideas and an independent mindset which means she never accepts anything I tell her at face value and has sometimes in fact re-educated me. She’s so cool, I don’t even know where she comes from. Anyway, there’s that.
  2. Traffic. That’s right, traffic. This is where I spend a good portion of my week. When I’m not suppressing rage, this is also when I get some of my best ideas that I will never remember after I get where I’m going. My other places my best ideas come to me include respectively – on the toilet, in the shower, standing in line at supermarkets and just before I fall asleep.
  3. Kpop Twitter. I am actually afraid to say how much time I spend here because it could probably get me committed but on the plus side I can answer almost any question you have on KPop; what it is, how to pronounce Psy (it’s Sah -y), What is Gangnam Style exactly, what is a G Dragon – let me be your Kpop friend!
  4. Writing! Ah ha! Bet you thought this wouldn’t be on the list! Understandable considering I haven’t been updating. But I have been writing, just not for myself. I’ve been writing for television which is something I used to do fairly often before I struck out on my own and started this blog. I do it to pay bills but also because it’s a bit of a challenge adapting my style to working with other writers in a team and also just working in the area of the Nigerian TV story. I can’t tell you much about it right now except that what I’m working on is a new show for a Cable network. It’s only just being casted so production hasn’t even started. I’ll spill once it starts to air!
  5. Thinking deeply about the goals I want to accomplish as a writer. Who do I want to be? What do I want to write? Who am I writing for? What characters and stories resonate with me the most? And for my current personal project, DYRM, where I want it to go.
  6. Reading. Always reading. Forever reading. On wattpad, on webtoons, from my packed iBooks library, from manga repositories, on Asian Fanfics and an Archive of our Own, the story consumption pauses but never, ever, quite stops. I’ve always said that before a writer, I am a bookworm.

And that’s the majority of it. But none of it changes the fact that I am a very, very, very slow writer and I am awfully sorry for it.

Thanks for your patience so far and I really hope to be picking up where we left off sooner rather than later.