Fruisicle! Have fun eating healthy..

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Fruisicle! Fruits + Popsicle, get it? Get it? I know you do. lol!

So I went on a clean dieting ‘thingy’ in the latter part of 2018 and I experimented with my healthy ingredients to make my journey fun and exciting. And oh! The juice! If you are in Ghana, check out www.novigh.com. They deliver everything you need in the kitchen to your doorstep. Also follow @akosuadidi on Instagram to see more photos of what I cook and go out to eat.

Okay, so on to the business of the day, The Fruisicle. This is pretty simple to make, so let’s get right into it.

Ingredients

  • 1 apple
  • Half of a medium sized pineapple

 

What you Need:

  • A popsicle mold (bought mine from Melcom)
  • A chopping Board
  • A knife
  • Strainer
  • Cup

 

How to Prepare:

  1. Cut pineapple into two, dice first part.
  2. Blend second part in a blender and sieve juice with a strainer.
  3. Dice apple too.
  4. Place diced pineapples and apples in popsicle mold.
  5. Pour sieved Pineapple juice in molds till full.
  6. Gently tap the molds on the countertop to remove any air bubbles. Insert the popsicle sticks, and then freeze for at least 6 hours, or overnight.
  7. Overnight freezing is the safest bet, and something to look forward to the next day!

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Note:

Remove Popsicles from molds under warm water for ten to fifteen seconds. Slowly and carefully remove each popsicle. If the popsicles remain in the mold, run them under the warm water for a few more seconds, ensuring not to melt the pops. Freeze or eat immediately!

You can mix any fruit of choice and have it our way.

HAVE FUN EATING HEALTHY!

Love,

Akosua Didi

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..once upon a thought on a bench

Have you ever been told to bottle your emotions when you were already done popping cork off,  for a later date? How do you put the cork back?

Have you had to cry your heart out because there was no one else to pour out those emotions to?

Have you ever thought something out so well it went south? Planned a fairy tale trip in your head only for what the eyes can see to actualize into something totally different?

Dreams.. Sometimes I think they are the results of our illusions.. I don’t know what..

Sometimes I wish I lived in my dreams (except for when I have nightmares) .. Smiling, cutting cakes, holding hands, beach walking.. Then I wake up to the reality.. Myself and my two pillows.

wondering, where am I?

Buy It Now! Thrift glam finds under 50ghc!

When I started Duafethriftfinds, I had no idea what the response could be. I was amazed when my first sale sold out under 2hrs!

It seems that there is quite a revolution in online thrifting in Ghana. Getting into a sweaty mess on weekends just so I can find beautiful pieces of clothing at the lowest of prices was worth it. A beautiful prance. A treasure hunt. Whatever you want to call it, I’m just trying to get clothes at the lowest prices I can find.

I always knew fashion played a role in this messy life of mine. When I put together pieces of clothing and they synchronize, I’m like ‘giiiiiirrrl’ you’re it! Sometimes the matchy-matchy I do in my imagination backfires but that’s also part of the fun of thrift life. I believe that even though fashion doesn’t cure my health issues or fix all or any of my problems at all (even though my inner self tells me it does sometimes. lol) … it lightens my mood and lifts my spirit a little more to get  me through the day, sometimes till the next day. I for one, I find peace in dressing up. It’s funny but that’s my reality.

Sometimes that’s all we need when it feels like the whole world is crashing down… A pretty outfit you didn’t have to pull out nose hairs to buy and an empty smile.

So with my love for finding fashion treasures and with the help of my amazing sisters, I decided to let the world in on my treasure island. At a little cost of course, I set up @duafethriftfinds on Instagram. The feedback has been amazing. Girls get to glam up at almost no cost at all, and I get to do well, the dirty work, or what I already enjoy doing to get it to them, corner roaming. I enjoy it, it’s almost like no work at all for me. I pick out stuff I would wear myself so every piece is carefully thought out before finding its way  into our shopping bag!

When my sisters say to me, ‘you know even if your outfit is not a thrift find people will assume it is’, I tell them, as long as I’m looking nice I’m good!

And thank you to my main pillar from the word go, my creative director from my University internship, Kojo Blebu, who gave me guidance at no cost at all.

Follow @passiboo on Instagram to see how I style my thrift finds from here on.

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Dress, slipper, bag : Duafethriftfinds

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High low top: Duafethriftfinds 

Follow @duafethriftfinds on Instagram.

Pinned to A Rock at Sea

You know what it is like to feel like you’re sinking in a tide and can’t swim to any shore and there’s absolutely no help from anywhere whatsoever?.
To have thought your life was all perfect and going smooth till it hits a large rock.. water penetrates your ship, everyone on board with you gets into life boats and save themselves.. but it’s your ship and you can’t leave it.. so after everyone is gone and you’re all alone, your only refuge is yourself, your own self.. no one to talk to.. no one to listen to you.. all who would have listened to you want you to be perfect.. they expect you to never hit a rock .. just keep moving like an automated robot..
I played myself.. gave too much of myself out, leaving nothing for me.. I feel empty.. so many times I feel it’s time to end this thing called life.. nothing seems to be working, nothing.. but who do I talk to? Who’ll listen to me without being judgmental? I’ve spent my whole life caring about everyone but me, taking care of everyone but me, putting my feelings aside just so I wouldn’t hurt people.. just so those people would be happy.. have I cared about me? Absolutely not!..
Have you loved someone and they don’t reciprocate? Not even try, no effort, just play with your emotions because you’re vulnerable.. taking advantage of your weak heart.. 
You swim so far away from this shark because you think you’ve watched its circling and have timed its speed per second and all.. you dive with a head start full of life only for it to catch up with you.. this is the routine for the whole time you’re on your safe rock in the sea.. it is hard for you because it lives in the water, it knows the water, you don’t.. you only have your instincts and your waterproof timer watch..  
Alone with my thoughts at sea..

His magic wand.. Dawn’s ‘not so little’ secrets

The kind of stories I hear from my male friends about what they go through with ladies always crack me up. Most of the time, my thoughts are, “Can’t young ladies be a little creative with their lies?” That is not to suggest that I’m creative with my lies or will be when I find myself in their shoes. Very tight shoes those are, I must confess. So to you guys crushing on me, don’t worry, I tell no lies. Well… I… never mind. I’m not the main character of the story here.

So here goes….

I was in bed dreading work on Monday morning when my phone started ringing at 4am. Yes, frigging 4am! Clearly whoever was calling was the devil’s intern. Because why would any sane person call at 4am if he didn’t have witchcraft tendencies? I was so mad at myself for keeping my phone so close to my pillow. Sheesh! I had to pretend the phone was ringing in my dream to keep myself from waking up but no, it looked like the caller really wanted to be my alarm that morning. I woke up to find it was my friend so I picked up.      

Him: “Are you sleeping?”                                                                                                                                                                             

Me: “No, I’m on my farm harvesting my crops!”

What else should I be doing at 4am? Clearing traffic in the skies for the witches returning home?

He goes straight to why he called as if I wasn’t sounding sleepy enough.

He had called his girlfriend to find out where she was. She told him she was sleeping out at a hotel that night because she was bored and wanted to be away from her hostel. I immediately rose from whatever half sleep I was in and sat on my bed. “What? You believed that, young man? I thought to myself.

Of course he did. To the point that when she is bored and wants to be away from her hostel, his house and him are not even enough to cheer her up? Okay, okay young man. 

Then she picked up a fight from nowhere and hang up on him. At this point I could not control my laughter but I had to listen to the whole story so I shut it.

Young man went out with his friends and thought about what his girlfriend had told him over the phone. The whole night out, he was in deep thought. He called his girl from time to time to apologize, in a quest to get things back to normal. Obviously she was still mad at him for reasons only known to her. On his way back home around 3:45am, he decided to swing by her hostel because his thoughts were still not clear on what had happened. Young detective had to work based on his instincts now. Young man walking around at dawn like he is a single-spine earning policeman. Hmm.

He got to the hostel, parked outside instead of driving in like he always does. With his chest held high, he walked in so no one would notice he was around.

He got to the door and the key to the room was in the key hole outside. Okay so he thought, maybe, just maybe she left her key with a friend who shared a room with others but wanted to get her ‘jiggy on’ tonight. I had to talk now because he seemed to be drowned in love and needed to be slapped back to reality. So I said “Probably she has given one of her room keys to someone who comes to visit her at dawn for dawn prayers.” Now I could not control my laughter anymore. Young man! Wake up! Even I was sleeping and I am wide awake now! 

 

So he goes on… He stood there for close to thirty minutes and finally decided to open the door. Right in front of him was his girlfriend. The girl who was mad at him. The girl who said she was not in her hostel but was in hotel room. There she was under a young man moaning and sweating her supposed anger away. My friend almost cried considering how he trusted her. The man who was enjoying the fruit of someone’s labour got dressed and vanished in a matter of seconds. Now our girlfriend. She leaped out of her bed, wore her skirt and what came out of her mouth was “It was a sex scene from a movie on the television”. All this while she was fixing the television. 

At this point I could not control my laughter anymore. Young man! You were there listening to all this? This? Looks like it. A scene from a movie without a crew and directors around? The movie was being shot by spirits?

He told her to leave him alone and continue whatever he had started with the young man. He walked to his car and drove off leaving her in tears. She has been calling and sending messages about how she will grow to be a better person for him. Now I have to think of what to do about all this since it won’t be long before she contacts me to beg him for her. But I have to be on the fence till I fall, Humpty Dumpty style.

 

Moral of the story?

Never get yourself into a relationship if you are not funny enough to cheer her up with your magic wand at dawn.

Pineapple head: my sweet bun 

It’s been a long time coming! I can finally tie my hair in a bun without the stocking struggle. I’ll let you in on that. Well I’m sure every naturalista knows this little trick of using a stocking as a ribbon. If you didn’t, then there you go. Buy a stocking, cut the legs out and ‘voila’ You have two hair bands. 

Here’s how I made it work before my sweet pineapple head got ripe.. Hahaha.. 

 

I place the stocking on my forehead holding both ends. I tie a knot behind my head and bring the ends all the way to my forehead again and tie another knot till I feel how tight I want it. Then I push the whole stocking all the way up till it looks like I have a bun. You thought I had my hair mojo on before right? Hahaha just mere tricks..

The sweet pineapple                                   I couldn’t believe myself when after washing and combing my hair I pulled it and saw the growth. I almost jumped for joy! It’s been a long time coming. I twisted my hair and went to bed a happy natural girl. I woke up the next morning, got the twists out, combed from my scalp all the way up and left the tips mushy for the pineapple look.. 

 

  

  

Still my stocking band but I have it all the way up like I would have with a hair bun. Yaaaaaay! I can tie a full bun. My hair is of age. HA! Who says that? Me I guess. 

Moisturizing twice daily really does help! One day at a time! Keep calm and watch your hair grow!  

My hair, My other Half

It’s been over a year since I cut my perm to start my natural hair journey. I’ve loved every bit of the journey. Who am I kidding? There used to be days I had doubts about keeping it when I didn’t know what to do to it. I would just wake up, finger comb it and walk out feeling really down. Then out of nowhere people give me compliments like ‘I love your hair! Work it girl!’. I play along and act as if I styled it that way. *laughs. But it’s been a good journey. I could only leave my hair on for two weeks tops and I’m back to protective styling with Marley braids.

I started the journey with corn rows till my hair dresser couldn’t handle my hair in that style no more. I felt down all over again because if I decided to leave my own hair own, I couldn’t control it.

Then I resorted to asking sisters who were already in the natural hair game questions about how they kept their hair on. Trust me, everyone has their own methods and products. I stopped asking because I realized each one of them used a product that was suitable for them. I bought Shea butter, hair conditioner, hair shampoo and castor oil for a start. I was so excited walking home with my new hair products. I recycled my mother’s body splash container and used it as my spray water bottle with a mixture of water, a little bit of conditioner and drops of castor oil in there. I use that to moisturizer my hair every morning and evening. It gets me hair soft so I can comb without worry. Ha! Now I can do anything with my hair.

I watched (still do), YouTube tutorials on how to style natural short hair. I try to do what I learn on weekends in my room. If it fails, I take it out and go to the salon. Hahaha! I got twists from the salon last time I went with my friend because she said it will look good on me so I should try it.

There you go. I felt like I got my natural hair mojo on! Whoa!

After my twists, I felt I could do anything with my hair. And I mean anything! Here are some styles I’ve done by myself in front of my mirror with Dark and Lovely Twist & Lock Gel.

  

Flat Twist outs

Before and after of a flat twist out

So go ahead and do what ever you want to do with your hair girl! Natural hair doesn’t identify you as nothing the world says. Just be you and work your hair!