A hodge-podge of reviews

Crepe Cabana: Ikeja’s best kept secret.

One of my oldest friends and I had arranged to meet for my post birthday celebrations. She had malaria and asked if we could go someplace quiet and where the options for food were not spicy.

I’d been seeing their sign for a while although I’d never entered. Plus I didn’t want to go to the mall. Since it was up to me to pick the place, I chose this one.


a. We had to write our own orders. To give them due credit, this was probably because my friend kept waffling as to what she wanted to eat and what she wanted to take away.

b. Improper communication: Our orders were taking too long, because they had to prepare it from scratch so they offered us an option to reduce the wait time; a platter of puff puff fresh out of the stove. We ordered drinks as well. Our orders came about 15 minutes later. But the problem was when we decided to leave. We’d placed 4 orders as our take away options. And they only delivered 3 and when we questioned why the fourth was not included, they mentioned that they did not have the raw product to make it. As that was the one we’d most wanted to taste, it grated a bit.

c. POS: They didn’t have one. It’s a bit aggravating to have to go withdraw money from the ATM. Or dig around in your car for spare change.


a. Affordability: The menu is extremely affordable. Prices ranging from N100 to N1500. So we took full advantage. At the end of the day, we’d ordered 8 crepes, 2 crepe wraps(crepes with a hot dog filling), a platter of puff puff, a platter of akara, a portion of Dun Dun (fried yams, didn’t take to it), pepper sauce with 2 pieces of beef included, some crepes to go, a grand total of four eggs, 3 special, one plain, 2 bottles of water, a carafe of tea. And at the end of the day, our bill came out to be N3100.

b. Niceness: The staff was very helpful and quite nice. From being super patient when we didn’t decide on our orders on time, to humoring my request that the AC be put on and set to the lowest setting possible. Their niceness and general helpfulness was the major reason we didn’t take offense when they asked us to write down our orders or when they didn’t include our last takeaway order.

c. Space: We ended up spending about 3 hours there and apart from us, not many other people came in. I’d wanted to help them bring in more customers by leaving a great review on Google Maps but the restaurant is not listed there. They’ve been open for 2 years and they’re not listed there. Weird. Well, the space and the freedom to talk freely was an unexpected bonus. I really just want to leave them an awesome review though.

d. Beautiful utensils: I know this may seem arbitrary, but they had the most beautiful utensils ever. It took me a while to realize it was even plastic. The presentation was really good as well.

📸 Olayinka Oluwo

All in all, it was a very very beautiful restaurant and I enjoyed my time there. They are located at Testing Ground, Oluwalogbon Motors near UBA. Go visit, grab a bite, thank me later.

I found this place on a day when I was craving small chops like crazy. It was evening time, I’d just closed from work and I was ruminating about how delicious it would be if I could just find a place to eat a couple of spring rolls, puff puff, chicken and and mosa. This was what I used to look out for in small chops. So many people have told me that they don’t like their mosas but not me. I bloody adore it.

Desperate, I asked one of those Shawarma guys if he had a pack of small chops. You know, because they had a sign claiming they sold it? Turns out, they did not sell it, smh, but I got directed to this place. I ordered a N400 pack and it was pure bliss. Remember how I mentioned that the spring roll, puff puff, chicken and mosa were what I looked out for? Well, I don’t know what this guys put in their samosas, but I finally finished one. Yes, I used to taste it and drop it for someone else to finish but these days, I compare any and all samosas to this one. I’m crazy about this place

Completely unrelated, but I adore my fingers. So pretty.

Sorry the picture isn’t showing clearly

NB: Their delivery service was unreliable as at the day of my birthday this year (07-10-2018). I ordered 24 packs and they promised to deliver it by 10am, so I stayed to receive it. Well, they finally delivered it by 1:30pm. I’d cancelled the order by 12:15PM. If I find something amazing, I’ll mention it to everyone, no matter what bullshit goes on behind the scenes. But it really hurt that I didn’t get to eat small chops on my birthday. But I’ve gone there like 4 times since then. Like I mentioned earlier, I’m addicted to them, poor delivery service notwithstanding.

NB 2: If you go check them out especially if you’re going after work, at their Oregun Ikeja branch, be sure to take a stroll up ahead and check out Deedoves’ asun opposite Access Bank. You’ll be in food bliss.

I wasn’t going to review this event. I really really wasn’t. But I realized my review could persuade you to donate to one of the sponsors: Socially Africa who provide food boxes (love boxes) to children in disadvantaged neighborhoods or attend the next one. So, here goes something.

Chinedu Ahanonu (Nedoux) called me and asked if I was free on this Saturday (the day the event was going to be held). I said I’d be. We arranged to meet. We met, even though I ended up wishing I’d arrived about 45 minutes later.

Anyhoo, we got to the event center after some diehard volunteers (shift one) had arrived and were waiting. The backseat of the car was packed with 20- something sewing machines, about 16 rolls of ankara, 5 rulers, 2 boxes of pearl head needles, 5 elastic rolls, some cardboard paper, 2 irons, a cloth cutting machine (to cut between layers), 2 towels etc. We made a stop to pick up an ironing board and it could not even fit.

We quickly unloaded and set up sewing stations and cutting stations. Later on, we set up ironing stations and more as needed.

Adagarfield. I call her First Daughter of a Fat Cat

I’ll say this, the work that goes into putting an event like this cannot be easily overlooked. And it is a lot of work. From cutting different patterns in time for the sewdiers, to ironing in a hot environment and with precise measurements, hence the tape around her neck ( and those irons were heavy), to sewing and finishing. I got home 15 hours after I originally set out.

We had small chops and soft drinks though. I got to meet a lot of people including Natachi with the lovely earrings she refused to give me 🙄( but I love that name) who really really impressed me. She was combination photographer, P. A and generally amazing dogsbody. One of the first to arrive, one of the last to leave. I met so so many other people with nothing more on their minds than helping. Self sacrifice on a greater scale. See Natachi’s video here

All in all, it was a beautiful but tiring day. But we have to do whatever we can possibly do to help people wherever we can.

Pay it forward, please.

Love and kisses.



The year was 2009. I couldn’t sleep. NEPA rewarded me for reading with my torchlight like every other diligent student of fiction, with some electricity. It was almost 4am then and history suggested that sleep would not come until 6am so I went to the living room, book in hand, put on Trace TV and was listening while reading. Then the video of the song Happy came on. I abandoned my book to watch that video because I was fascinated by the concept. And then I noticed; I had goosebumps.

The month was December 2010, I was in a car with my cousins in Abuja and the station was set to 96.9 Cool Fm; the song Love is Wicked segued so perfectly to Bleeding Love and for a short while, we had ultimate silence. And I noticed again, I had goosebumps.

The date was 19th of November, 2016, I was walking down the road, Joshuaville’s Night of Worship had concluded and I was hot, dirty and irritable. While walking down the road to Spur’s Seven Eagles for breakfast, I noticed that I had 17% battery left, enough to make the journey a little more tolerable and the shuffle landed on Leona Lewis’ Run, and again I noticed on a morning that was gearing up to be a scorcher, I had goosebumps.

Every one of us has gifts. In Leona Lewis’ case, it’s the gift of raising the hair on my arms and legs by being an amazing singer. In my case, it’s writing.

Every one of us has multiple gifts. There was a time, when I first opened my blogs, I was writing copiously, I’d spend hours on one 100 word article and hours again on the next, I’d sprinkle jokes that I’d developed, I’d have guest writers etc. But life comes in seasons and and I allowed my dedication to my writing to go with the season of 2015 as well. Partly because I did not feel it was getting the credit it deserved, partly because I didn’t know how to market myself but mostly because I had the persistent fear that no one cared and they were reading just to humor me.

My writing trickled down till it got to a point where I could not write anymore, where I started doing other things then and it turned out, I was reasonably good at those other things. Leona Lewis has not been singing except for features since 2015. She has been acting on Broadway though and writing songs for other people but I listen to all her old songs and they still affect me as much as they did the first times, and whenever I read my old articles, I can clearly see that my fears were not valid. Because I’m a damn good writer. But good writers need to write to be considered good. So I promise myself, that by the end of next year, I’ll have written at least a 100 articles. Maybe some of them will give a reader the goosebump effect. Maybe not.

We sort of look alike.
Happy birthday to me!

I know though that I want to try.

The 7/10 Phenomenon

My favorite number is 7. It’s a De facto favorite because that’s the day my birthday falls on. 

And speaking of birthdays, I presume that as you grow older, the goalposts of what makes you happy on your birthday change. On earlier birthdays I was never satisfied unless I was celebrated, feted, given oodles of money and told Happy birthday about 50 times.

This day, I really just wish that my office could have said, no baby, you’re not going to have a long ass, completely pointless meeting on your birthday. Go ahead and make some plans with your friends. But alas they didn’t. 

So I’m lying on my bed, planless right now, waiting for Godot to happen so I can finally get it through my head that today I turn a year older and that’s a good thing. 

I suppose the goalposts have changed in that there are no goalposts anymore. 

Happy birthday to me! I wish me a good life, great health, fantastic investments that give me continuous passive income. a future where I don’t pay rent for more than 15 years. I wish that people continue to smile at me, that the sun continues to shine on me and that by this time next year a lot of my dreams come true.

Fair to middling

It’s a beautiful Saturday not that i’ve seen so much of it’s splendour. I’m at work, hoping my colleagues and I won’t have to come in tomorrow as well. life has been good and i have several plans to get to a place where  life is better for myself and everyone i love. One of those plans involved checking up with all of my readers.

How has life been for all of you so far?

p.s- I have absolutely no idea what the title means. i just went with it.

Wedding Playlist Suggestion 5

This song brings memories of laughter. Not because it’s funny. Not because you can laugh to it. But because I danced to it with a very funny guy at my office and I laughed all the while. 

Speaking of my office, I have mixed feelings. Half of people there, the riotously funny, the strict but kind have been moved. As have I. But I do know that the people who’ll replace us are kind and kind is a hop and a jump away from being funny. To me. 

Happy Easter Friday everyone!

And BTW, why don’t people like to dance? It’s like people believe that dancing with a girl= marriage. *rme*. 


To see your face, to hear your voice

And oh, to touch you is a dream come true
So I’m standing here, with my hand held out
Knowing that your love will never fade, I stand amazed without a doubt

And I wanna hear your voice, in the morning when I rise
I think I know I’m just a normal man, only made of sand except when you’re by my side
Will you love me, teach me, don’t leave me I pray
And when I, and I’m thinking of the times
Your hands in mine, together we will stay
You made me better today
Better than I was before
And now my heart can rest and I will search no more
You made me better today, today, today

[Verse 2:]
My heart has wings
Oh you take me away
And every prayer I’ve ever prayed was answered today
So I’m standing here, with my hand held out
Knowing that my love will never leave
My hearts on my sleeve and now I believe

And I wanna hear your voice in the morning when I rise
I think I know I’m just a normal man, only made of sand except when you’re by my side
Will you love me, teach me, don’t leave me I pray
And when I, and I’m thinking of the times
Your hands in mine, together we will stay
You made me better today
Better than I was before
And now my heart can rest and I will search no more
You made me better today

[Verse 3:]
I stand proclaimed, true love is here to stay
I stand proclaimed, forever starts today
You made me better today
Than I was before
And now my heart can rest and I will search no more
Cuz you made me better today, than I was before
And now my heart can rest
And I will search no more
You made me better today
Made me better today.


I’ll look into enabling audio. Because I’ve played this on repeat and its so amazing to listen to. And I want you to listen to it.

Lyrics- LyricsMode.com

Talk Thursday 2

Caution: This is one of my pointless stories/rants. You’ll be assuming all risks of reader dissatisfaction if you continue reading. Reader beware!

Once upon a time I watched a completely stupid story on African Magic. I don’t remember the title but I do know it made me grind my teeth and cover my mouth lest I screamed at the insipidity of the script, the placidity of the actors or the fact that it actually got made into a film.

My face is hardly one I can use to play poker. All my feelings since 2015 can be seen on my face. If I’m angry, you’ll see, if I’m irritated, you’ll see and if I’m incredibly happy, you’ll see. I obviously don’t have time for pretense nor do I necessarily want to pretend.

The plot of the aforementioned story has a Lothario with ill equipped machinery if you can catch that dirty joke, and he plows and mows through girls left, right and center. But he owns his own house, so his stupidity is passed off as being discerning. Okay. But the man has a bias against city girls. He believes that the best place to get women who are virgins, unexposed, beautiful, willing to cook, iron and do domestic chores, honest and submissive is in the village.

So he turns 40 and he decides to go catch one for himself. And he eventually does. Without marrying her, he makes her his live in lover and she becomes his house help with benefits.

Then he notices that his village girl is dirty, and his house is unkempt and she is not willing to do what she used to. And only keeps asking him for money. So he gets angry, gets into an argument with her and then certain things come to light.

Then she runs away/he chases her away and the Good Samaritan she goes to is lo and behold; a virgin, submissive, willing to cook and iron and honest to a fault.

They marry the next day. And that was the end of the film.

I watched yet another stupid film recently.

Girl and boy are childhood sweethearts. Girl grows up, says she no do again. She’s in love with someone else.Girl’s mother tells her she must do because boy has sacrificed a lot for their family, even becoming a house boy at a point and refusing to sleep with his boss’s daughter. Besides, girl and boy signed blood covenant when they were young and only boy can break the covenant.

Girl marries boy grudgingly and makes his life hell. But he still loves her. Then girl invites friend to come in and destroy her home, specifically.

Friend is worried and a little in love with husband so boy eventually is persuaded to free girl from blood oath.

But girl does not want to leave again. She fights with friend and then begs boy for forgiveness for her stupid ways.

And the story ends with some stupid compromise that has girl, boy and friend in annoying love triangle.

What pissed me off the most were people’s reactions to this film. I said girl has been shouting that she wants to go. She’s in love. Object of affection returns the love and she promised to provide monetary value for all he’s done for her plus interest. Let boy let her go.

And I began to hear gibberish. “She’s not serious.”

“That’s how you women are”

“So what if she changes her mind and wants to come back again?”

I understand how stupidity can travel far. I get it. But there is stupidity because you’re tired and really don’t have time to waste analyzing the personalities in a film and the words they speak. And then there’s the stupidity that comes with a supreme sense of being right and never expecting to be challenged because the only people who can challenge you are female and their sex organs make them primed to be labeled that name guaranteed to shut them up: “Ashawo”. That is willful stupidity.

Good housekeeping

  • The NYSC recap post that’s scheduled to appear on the blog tomorrow will be password protected. 
  • There will be two parts of the post and only part 1 will be password protected.
  • The password will be my middle name. My middle name is on this blog. Look for it.

Happy Tuesday Week 14


When I started work this year, I knew that given my desire not to get entangled with the drama that comes with driving and maintaining a car, I would have to regularly take buses.

Not that I had a problem with that. But some days, I’ve had cause to roll my eyes at the antics of my fellow passengers, the bus driver or conductor etc etc. But there are some days when I love the diverse personalities in buses. A while back for instance, after work, I entered a bus and after I’d paid, I decided to read a book I’d had with me all day. Then my seat partner to the right decided that it was as good a time as any to toast me. He introduced himself, I did the same and then I told him that I didn’t want to talk to anyone. But some people have selective hearing. So he kept on asking me questions, joking with me, jostling me when I wouldn’t respond and so on. It was annoying behavior but I wasn’t annoyed. I knew if I responded at all, he would capitalize on it. Then my seat partner to the left passed me a note, “Did you know this idiot from before?” And then I gave up the pretext of reading and started passing notes and doing my best to avoid letting my seat partner to the right see the notes while giving monosyllabic responses to his queries.

It was a very interesting bus ride all in all. My seat partner to the right, the toaster gave me back my bus fare, along with his card and my seat partner to the left rolled his eyes and made me laugh. Some days, I love buses.


Some days, I can’t stand buses. The endless waits for one, the uncomfortable seats, the unilaterally hiked prices. It can get quite annoying. 

It got extraordinarily frustrating three weeks ago. In Surulere for CDS, a friend had introduced me to a cheaper method of getting home that would involve me taking an airconditioned BRT at Ojuelegba to Ketu/Ojota, then a walk and another bus to my preferred stop. Aforementioned friend not being around, I attempted the journey solo. And it would have been perfect. Except that a keke driver had driven away with my change, my phone battery was less than 10%, I needed to sleep badly because I’d deprived myself for too long and I didn’t have as much cash with me as I normally feel comfortable with, for some reason. BUT IT IS VERY IMPORTANT TO THIS STORY TO NOTE THAT I STILL HAD MONEY.

Anyway, after a while, the horrible traffic situation had the Napep driver take a different route, I had to lug my super tired body up the overhead bridge and down the other side only for me to meet this incredibly long line for the Ketu/Ojota buses. The problem was that they couldn’t print tickets for the buses. Like really? Buses came, buses went, empty BECAUSE THEY COULDN’T PRINT TICKETS! I was extremely tired so I didn’t even have the energy to get mad. I tried to reason with the ticket sellers to get them to find another way to sort the mess out. No luck. I waited for a while when it seemed the machine had begun printing again, but it was only a temporary reprieve and it died again. So I went to the danfos. I just wanted to get home and quickly too. Then I entered a danfo, which only 2 weeks back was N100. When the conductor told me that it was N200, I was quite upset.

Reasoning that I’d pay the same N200 also to get the Maryland/Ikeja bus and whilst Ketu/Ojota was extremely foreign to me, it’s virtually impossible for me to get lost in Ikeja, I got off the bus. A bus driver nearby, it was a police bus but he wasn’t wearing the uniform, asked me why I’d gotten down. A bit irritated with the conversation, I told him it was because I didn’t have enough money to cover the hiked fare. Which was a big fat lie. Then I made to leave so I could board a bus to Ikeja and get started on sleeping and he stopped me. I turned back only to see him opening his wallet to give me money to get home. It isn’t often that I get gobsmacked. But I was. And ashamed. Very ashamed. It’s been a while since I met someone so nice as to offer money to a complete stranger who allegedly couldn’t get home. I refused. Whatever else, I knew I couldn’t accept that money. I’d much rather have paid the hiked fare and had to withdraw money for the second stage of the journey but my conscience wouldn’t have let me sleep if I had taken money from him.So I thanked him profusely but I refused. He asked me how I would get home and I said I’d figure it out somehow. Then I thanked him again and ran to an Ikeja bus. I paid and got started on my sleep. 

It turned out that I didn’t have to withdraw money for the second stage either. I shared the bus with an old acquaintance and he paid both my fare and his. But still, I really like knowing that there are super helpful people still around.


On the 20th of July at 3:25am, I was deeply in my 4th hour of sleep having realized that an extra hour of sleep would greatly help my mood when I had to go and open the gate for my mom’s driver at 5:00am. 

Then my mom came into my room and “Uju, get up. Uju get up. I think Mikey is dead.”

I vaulted out of my bed and ran to the door. As I was about to open the door, my mom dragged me back into the house.

You guys know the I pass my neighbor generators right? Well we have one. Usually, we use it on weeks where electricity supply has been marvelous and we just need light for the fans, the TV or to charge our phones. But last year, someone jumped our fence and stole that generator. We got a new one but chained it with the much larger generators. Then we noticed that someone had pretty much destroyed the support of the new generator, the chained part so they could take it. 

When we got Mikey, we stopped bringing it inside. Present day, the generator repairman my dad uses, called my dad to tell him that he saw our generator in his compound. Knowing how high spirited Mikey is, I knew they’d have to have done something to him so he wouldn’t alert the house. My mom stopped me from going outside because, what if the thieves were still around? They had stolen my wallet before, torn through the window of my parent’s room and taken my dad’s trousers to rifle through for money and phones before. 

When you are woken up because of a problem, then told that you cannot go out to investigate that problem and you happen to be a Christian, the solution is obvious, innit?

So I prayed, for my mad dog, that I wouldn’t find him with his neck snapped and blood oozing out. For our small generator that we’d find it, that I never be put in this situation again.

5:00am came and my mom’s driver knocked on the outside gate. My mom followed me outside. Safety in numbers and all that. Then when I got close to the gate, the dog came out, rubbing my legs. Apparently they had given him something that made him sleep, and then super groggy because he wasn’t coordinated and wasn’t barking and dragging buckets on the floor as usual. But he was alive, and later that day, we got the small generator back.

You may have 10 dogs, a 100 gates, a super security system. But unless the Lord keeps your house, your security is and will always be in vain. Thank you so much Lord. In case you guys haven’t realized yet, Happy ….days are testimony days. And this paragraph is an invitation to try the wonders of God for yourself. Try Him. Please. You won’t regret it.


Most years, I only fall sick once. But that sickness will be a doozy. I’ve had pneumonia, muscle cramps that leave me unable to walk without extreme pain or unable to talk audibly or write legibly or the sickness will be mental instead. And I know my body intimately. Whenever I start to lose weight, it always starts from my hips. Leggings need to be held with a belt, tight jeans become baggy etc etc. Then my face, then finally my stomach. I’m currently rolling my eyes.

So about two weeks back, I noticed pain in my chest and my ribs, trouble inhaling deeply and slight tenderness in my back and ribs. Symptoms of pneumonia. Plus a dangerous stomach ache, missing appetite, a painful tightness in the left side of my head and a racking, productive cough. 

And I was like, Lord, we talked about this last year. That time my leg cramped up and I couldn’t walk properly, remember how I prayed? And the next day it disappeared? I need a miracle Lord. I don’t want to have pneumonia again. I don’t want to have ulcer again, I’ve been eating proper meals at regular intervals, haven’t I, I don’t want to have migraines and eyeaches either, I don’t have any plans to spend time in any hospital. Lord please, heal me. Then I went out with a friend, we got food, asun and ice cream at Coldstone. I got home and was only able to eat about 3 forkfuls. But I shared the asun with my dad and Nonso, shared the Coldstone with Nonso and kept mine in the freezer. And then I went to bed. The next day, the pain in my chest had greatly lessened, the tightness in the left side of my head had disappeared, my eyes were clear and not swollen, I had only a slight discomfort in my stomach which disappeared when I had a proper meal and I was so grateful. Please people, thank God with me.


You gotta appreciate the funnies:


Wedding Playlist Suggestions 2

The last post I did on this topic got some attention on social media. Thanks for liking it guys.

In the last post, someone told me that many things are happening in the world and the fact that I’m not getting married doesn’t mean that nothing is happening.

Maybe so. I agree, in fact. But in my world, I’m one of the principal characters, so nothing is happening in my world that has me compiling a wedding playlist. You guys are smart. You understand the difference.

I completely intend to get to the songs that were recommended to me, but I just listened to the song I’m about to recommend; again and I knew it was next on the turnstile.

Wattpad introduced me to this song, actually. In about 3 Wattpad books, at slow dances, at the turning point in the relationship of the characters, they’d pick this song. I was curious, so I went on YouTube to search for it. I did not like the official video of the song, I didn’t. But the video is hardly important. Also, it made me laugh that a romantic song had the line, “I’ll be love’s suicide” in it. But I know fantastic when I hear it. And when I read it.

Speaking of Wattpad and knowing fantastic, check out these books on Wattpad:

a) 100 Reasons Why by Amanda M. It’s unusual, but it was so lovely, it made me cry.

b) The Bad Boy’s Girl by Jessgirl93/BlairHoldenX. In real life, I don’t like bad boys, can’t even imagine myself with one. So, I don’t know why I keep reading about them. But this book is fantastic. Like 100 million reads. Totally awesome. 

c) Last but definitely not least, Like That by HollisMayer. She reached out to me (when I like a book or an article, I have to reach out to the person who’s responsible for it and commend them. It needs to be done) and I told her that she could write professionally. I’d definitely buy. Little heavy on the suspense, but I fell in love with Emily right away.

Also, Adaeze (adaezewrites.com) has a Pay As You Read story out right now called The Escape. It’s good, but then all her stories are good. Check this out!

Before I turn this into a very long article, the song is I’ll be by Edwin McCain. And it’s really really REALLY GOOD.

Thanks go to http://www.azlyrics.com. Thanks guys!


The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I’ll be captivated,
I’ll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

I’ll be your crying shoulder,
I’ll be love’s suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older,
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You’re my survival, you’re my living proof.
My love is alive and not dead.
Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I’ll be captivated,
I’ll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above


And I’ve dropped out, I’ve burned up, I’ve fought my way back from the dead.
I’ve tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said

I’ll be your crying shoulder,
I’ll be love’s suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older,
I’ll be the greatest fan of your…
I’ll be your crying shoulder,
I’ll be love’s suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older,
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.

The greatest fan of your life.
…greatest fan of your life.


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Wedding Playlist Suggestions 1

​Nothing is happening. I’m not alluding to anything or giving you guys hints. I just love the lyrics to this song.But if any of you guys are planning to get married soon, may I suggest this song?

While I love the lyrics and that it’s a slow number, it’s not exactly a song you can dance to.

Credit for the lyrics goes to http://www.songlyrics.com. Thank you!

John Waller – The Marriage Prayer 

Artist: John Waller

Album: As For Me And My House

[Verse 1:]


I said till*

Death do us part

I want to mean it

With all of my heart

Help me to love you

More than I love her

Then I know I can 

Love her more

Than anyone else


And bring her in

Your presence today

Make her what 

You want her to be


I pray to hear her heart

I pray she’ll love you more

I pray to cherish and serve her

And we’ll bring you glory today, I pray

[Verse 2: ~Josee Waller~]


I said till 

Death do us part

I want to mean it

With all of my heart

\n Help me to love you

More than I love him

Then I know I can 

Love him more

Than anyone else


And bring him in

Your presence today

Make him what 

You want him to be



Lord, help me love her

As you love the church, your bride

(Josee) Help me submit to him

As I submit to you, my life

Chorus: (2x)


This is my prayer Amen