Why you should not take a combination of vitamin C and PET drinks: The fact.

Wonder how some Nigerians carry news ehn…once we hear a gist or news, we just start broadcasting it without doing our own research….we don’t even care to know if its false, true or overexaggerated…..can you imagine what a friend said concerning the coke and Vitamin C saga….I quote “Coca cola company produce poisonous drinks just for Nigerians as it contains one chemical found in the drinks produced for our market only”…..I was so annoyed that I felt goosebumps all over my skin….Honestly, the first thing that came to my mind when I read the warning issued by the federal high court was, why would someone take a combination of both in the first place?….I for one never knew Vitamin C was bitter enough to need a soft drink to push it down the throat…..some people though.


Benzene is used as a preservative in most food and drink products in the form of sodium, potassium or calcium benzoate. Benzene is hazardous due to the carcinogenic nature of the benzene molecule which is formed from the decarboxylation of the preservative (benzoic acid) in the presence of vitamin C, iron or copper under heat or light.

Foods with this preservatives are safe provided you and the retailer are cautious enough… Never buy or drink a soft drink that has been allowed to sit under the sun, especially those containing these chemicals. And please Vitamin C is not bitter….lick it like that.

Also be careful with the way you consume chemical products….consume with caution….different people has different chemical compositions and thus react to things differently…..To those who love taking drugs with drinks……please use water…..that’s still the best.

What you stand to gain by eating banana with groundnut.

I love taking chocolates not because its sweet, but because of the pleasure I derive from it….especially the way my heart melts when it dissolves on my tongue…..God that feeling is bae, but then the rise in dollar has separated us (sad). In my quest of finding myself a new love, I came across this two friends (banana and groundnut). Though at first, it seemed odd and insane to combine both, if it were roasted plantain (Boli) and groundnut now I concur, but this…no freaking way was my reaction. But then you can never know the feeling of something until you try it. I can never forget the first time I tried these babies, it was gross……but then a friend taught me the right way of combing them (eating both together at once, thus allowing the juice to melt on your tongue before swallowing), my God it was awesome. I blessed God for bringing both together and for giving me the priviledge of meeting both. But then as a food scientist, my curiousity set in….what do people tend to derive from this combination? which is complementing which also?

Even Peter Obi…former governor of Anambra State knows that feeling

So I did my homework and here’s a summary of what you tend to get by combining these two friends;

Apart from fibers which are associated with reduced risk of heart diseases and faster digestion process you tend to get;

  • potassium which helps the body to maintain normal blood pressure and heart functions. Also help with learning by making you more alert
  • vitamin c
  • manganese: helps in the breakdown and digestion of foods
  • vitamin B6
  • vitamin B3 which helps to support the body metabolism
  • copper
  • biotin
  • carbohydrate, needed for energy
  • protein
  • fat
  • phosphorous
  • zinc

In summary I’d say, eating banana with groundnut is not only bae but highly nutritious with both complimemting each other.


THE WORLD’S HEALTHIEST FOOD: http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&dbid=7

Nutrients for a Handful of Unsalted Roasted Peanuts: http://www.foodmatters.com/article/25-powerful-reasons-to-eat-bananas

25 Powerful Reasons to Eat Bananas: http://www.foodmatters.com/article/25-powerful-reasons-to-eat-bananas




My week starts with a call from Tamuno. She sounds excited, well I’m excited too.
“Mirabel!” She screams from her end. If someone were listening, they’d think she just won a lottery.
“T!” I scream back returning her excitement.
“I’ve missed you”, she pronounces it as “milzed” I smile. Tamuno is four months older than I am, but a lot more childish, annoying too. Charming as she is Tamuno she could also be a pest, more like a pest you couldn’t live without. You know how annoying puppies could be but somehow still win you over with their cuteness; that’s a perfect definition of T.
“Baby, mama has missed you more” I mimic her pronunciation of “missed” and we both giggle. “How was your trip?” I added
“It was okay, stressful but okay. I’m on my way to work sef”, Tamuno and I graduated same year, supposed to have served together too. In fact, we had planned on working it to the same state but I had issues, not academic issues; I’m a smart ss. I actually deferred because of Segun. Yeah, love for me isn’t just blind, it’s dumb, deaf and ……stupid. She is done with service and also got retained at her firm, and while she is in the labor market I still hold the “graduate” title, pathetic huh? I know.
“Babe oya gist me, how did it go with Almighty Desmond” she laughs.
“Well, it wasn’t so bad, wasn’t so good. It was normal sha. He took me to a lounge ordered beer and I water.
“Wait, he drinks alcohol. Really?”

“Yeah, he does”
“I thought you didn’t like alcoholics”
“One bottle T, ok two. That doesn’t make him an alcoholic now. Anyways, we talked and we kissed.”
“You don’t sound excited about the kiss, was sup with that”
“Well, I wanted to feel sparks you know, like how I felt with Segun or Denzel or even Anthony”
“OK, there was no spark with Denzel , I remember you spitting all night and even brushing your teeth twice, and you could stay two days without brushing your teeth twice, and you could stay two days without brushing your teeth, my God Mirabel you used to be a pig” we are both laughing hysterically.
I gain composure first, “it was my first abeg, free me.
“Uhh, you complained he had mouth odor and you were sure you had his saliva in your mouth”
“That’s enough now, ok cancel Denzel. Anthony’s kiss was good”
“That’s the only thing you were after, that guy was ugly sha. Ok no one is ugly, he wasn’t near presentable. I still can’t get over his face Mimi, especially when he dyed his hair red…” she is roaring out laughter and I can’t help but join in; I feel tears in my eyes and wipe them off. “Imagine, being so dark and dying your hair red, what was he even thinking? Then he said he worked with a law firm while he was only an undergraduate”
We are both laughing so hard; I could imagine the look on her cab man’s face. I dated Anthony in my third year in school; it wasn’t really a relationship though. He was tall, skinny and dark; he called it ebony Tamuno called him burnt: she’s so childish; I thought he was cute though, like Rich Homie Quan. We dated for a year and some months but saw each other just six times, he had no motivation to see me, he’d always tell me he was busy at work till I found out he was writing post UME exams.
“Don’t over-analyze Mimi, just let things fall into place. If he chases you hard enough, let him catch you. And what about Segun, you gave him two years of your life and he married someone else. Take your mind off it now”
I sigh, maybe I wasn’t totally over Segun, and then I remember Desmond, “He was 20minutes late, didn’t open the door for me, walked in and left me behind and my sandals got stuck to the foot mat and this annoying couple laughed at me”
“I have to go now, I’ll text you when I’m free, Kisses (she said in Falz’s voice). I hear the phone click, she was gone. I sit on my bed and time knew best as it slipped from my arms and flew.
It’s Wednesday and Desmond hasn’t called yet, not even a text from him. Can someone really be so busy? This makes me think of Anthony. I don’t know why but I keep picturing him on a white horse, in a white suit coming towards me with a bouquet just like Tamuno said she had imagined Anthony, I laugh at this thought each time it hit me. Tamuno and I are definitely birds of the same feather, it’s no wonder we flock together.
Another Friday night and as usual I get a call from T, it’s definitely about another party and who would be there. I’m a little reluctant; she always made me feel like I was letting time pass without savoring its taste.
“T, you should really stop calling me with gist and details about your Friday night escapades, grow up would you?” it’s the first thing out of my mouth and I don’t feel sorry until I hear her tone.
“I wish, I’m home” she sounded tired, so unlike her.
“Are you okay?” I asked with concern.
“I’ll be fine, I’m just stressed. Has he called yet?”
“Desmond? No he hasn’t. He is probably busy you know, hustling and stuff” I try to laugh but it sounds more like gaggling”
“No, he’s not. At least he could text. Anyway, it’s his loss”
“Awwww, you think so?” I ask smiling.
“No, did I just say that? No! But he’s a jerk though”.
“He’s cute, he can be anything he wants to be and girls would still dig him”
“Being cute is not an excuse to treat people bad though”
“He hasn’t treated me bad you know, you think I should call him?”
“Oh yes please, maybe he got hit by a bus and screaming at the nurses right now like, Help! I want to talk to Mirabel, my life depends on it”
I shake my head at her imagination, “do you think through the things you say before they come out of your mouth?”
She chuckled and went silent for a few seconds, “sometimes, I honestly don’t”, she starts to giggle and I join in,“You are better than this though” I hear her say from her end, and I picture her serious face and choke down laughter.
“Idiot, thanks babe, we should go out this weekend”
“Yes, main reason I called. I finally got my leave; we should take a trip or something. What do you think of South Africa?”
“Xenophobia land!!” I exclaim.
She hisses from her end, “Xenophobia is old gist, I don’t think it exists anymore. Don’t be like that, would you come with me? Consider it a vacation-like thingy. You know you and me…huh?”
“It is a vacation and I don’t want to spend the whole time scared rather than relax and why do you sound like a man wooing a lady?
She laughs, “Is it working?”
“No, I’m not that jobless T”, actually I am, no job, no source of income, red account, I could go on and on with this list. Right now I have no idea of what I want to do with my life, one reason I’ve been avoiding the social media and staying indoors, seeing people living big and flaunting it was enough to make me want to jump off a pedestrian bridge,don’t get me wrong, I like seeing people happy but its better seeing people happy when you are also happy. “I’m not that jobless T” I repeat.
“Yes you are, I’m sure you’ve been hovering around your phone like a hen to her eggs waiting for Desmond’s call. You need this more than I do, what do you say?”
“Oh no I wasn’t he should go to hell for as long as I care, anyway I’ll think about it”
“Common, don’t be a sissy, it’ll be fun. You’ve been hidden for too long”

“Ok then” I sigh, she’s right I guess.
“Yaaaay! I’ll make the arrangements then. We are going to South Africa!”
I’m not enthusiastic about the journey though, my mind still on why Desmond hadn’t called. Truth is, I do need the trip to take my mind off a lot of stuff, Tamuno is still screaming at her end. I would kill to be so happy.
“T”, I finally say and get her attention immediately. “Do you think Desmond would ever call or is worth this stress?” I hear her sigh, “Time would tell, only time would. But to be honest, I don’t think he is worth the stress, he obviously doesn’t have you on his mind, maybe he does, I don’t know but you’ve had a crush on him for over a year, get over yourself missus. Just take your mind off it, we are going to South Africa be happy!”
She is right though, maybe Desmond isn’t worth thinking about, but in the meantime, I have a trip to plan!!! South Africa here we come!!!




My entire week goes slow, each day seemed to crawl by in snail motion, I wish I had a time machine at some point, funny thing is I never in any of these days get a call from Desmond, not even a text to check on me; he is probably busy.
The thing is I’m fresh out of school with no job and only a few friends; Tamuno is out of town for God knows what, so I’m all alone with no excitement to accelerate the speed of my week. I thought of calling Desmond a few times, but thought against it; I have a huge ego.
Sunday morning finally comes, bright and beautiful. I wake up with high spirit, singing and dancing while I made breakfast and lunch. My mum comes in the kitchen and eyes me; she is surprised at how excited I am. You see, I hated Sunday mornings, because I had to wake up as early as 5am to start breakfast and lunch which we make before going to church. My mum and I always made sure we didn’t leave the house without quarrelling, my whole family always anticipated our Sunday morning fights, it was either I spent too much time in the bathroom, on my make up or my outfits were not good enough, too good or my make up was way too much; bottom line she always had a reason to pick a fight with me. Today is different; I have my date with Desmond after service, yaay me!
Getting home after church service, I sit in front of the mirror for over 20minutes, changing lipsticks. I finally settle for the pepper red shade but still sit, admiring myself. Yes, I’m  a very pretty young lady; not just saying though, I really am pretty. My oval shaped face held nice features; perfect cheek bones, perfect deep set eyes, irresistible full lips and a pointed nose, that’s how Segun described me the first day we met. I’m not so tall though, some people called me small but really I am five feet and four inches tall, not so bad huh?
It’s 2:45pm now, and I’m all dressed up in ripped jeans and a lace top, ready, waiting for “Almighty Desmond’s” call, I’m starting to get upset. “You are not calling him today Mirabel”, I caution myself. The sound of my phone ringing wakes me up, its Desmond. I sit up and look at the time its 4:30pm, I pick his call prepared to lash at him. But hearing his voice I calmed down immediately, this guy must be , he apologizes and says he’ll pick me up in twenty minutes, I end the call smiling. I get up and touch my make up a little before heading for the sitting room to sit, fortunately everyone is asleep. It was our Sunday routine to come home, eat lunch, go to sleep and wake up late in the evening scavenging for food like hyenas.
Typical Desmond gets to my place 45minutes later; his car pulls up in front of me as I get out of the gate. Damn! He’s so pretty; dressed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans with black shoes to match, I start smiling sheepishly.
“Was sup?” I ask as I get into the car.
He smiles at me, making my heart skip two beats, he has dimples!! How can one person be so cute? He was definitely made on a Sunday.
He mumbles something uninteresting, I turn and look at him sharply, “it took you 45minutes to get ready and come pick me up?”
He smiles without looking at me; I roll my eyes starting to foresee boredom,” this might end up becoming the worst date of my life!!!” I scream in my head.
He takes me to this very pretty suite, we get down from the car together and I follow suit to a lounge. Desmond opens the door and walks in leaving me behind, I’m like wtf! I let it slide but then my footwear gets stuck to the foot mat, I try to no avail to get it loose. I look up to see Desmond walking unaware of my struggle, carrying himself like a peacock, I catch sight of this couple giving me the “eeyah” look. I want to scream at him instead I bend down, using my right hand I set my sandal loose. I catch up with him and sit on the leather sofa he was sitting in. Without looking at me, he gets up, take my hands beckoning me to stand up for a hug.
“Hell no, I’m not hugging you. Better sit down and respect yourself”, I’m actually upset at his actions, this guy has no manners. He sits down back and says how embarrassing that was. I look away from him; I should really learn to not be so expectant.
We start talking, well he asks the basic questions: my state of origin, age, siblings, occupation, and so on…..I didn’t feel like asking any questions, I had lost interest already. Then I remember and ask what he does for a living that makes him so busy, “I’m hustling”. He responds, I want to laugh but look at him and realize he is serious.
“What do you mean hustling?”
“I have a lot of things going for me, a little bit of this and that, here and there. I’m staring at him and I can tell from his expression that my facial expression is not helping, I don’t have a problem with my mouth, but my face definitely needs deliverance. “I’m not a yahoo boy though” he added.
“Yeah right, like a yahoo boy would admit he is one” he looks at me but says nothing.
He orders a bottle of beer and I a bottle of water, I let the TV set in front of me take all my attention, I’m not alone. The both of us sat beside each other, eyes glued to theTV screen. He clears his throat after 10minutes, “we didn’t come here to watch TV now, we should move to the other part of the lounge” he picks up his glass and bottle and heads for the back; I follow at his heel and see my couple kissing, I should stone them with my sandal. I look forward and find him staring at me, a wide grin on his face. “What?” I ask.
“Its romantic, isn’t it?”
“Hell no, it’s disgusting, they should get a room”, I say out loud, hoping  they’d hear but they didn’t.
He looks at me closely and says, “You don’t look like you want a relationship, you just want to be rich”
I ignore his comment, what did he know?
I sit down with him and he looks at me and says, “You’ve got pretty eyes”.
I roll them and say, “Yeah, I get that a lot”. This makes him chuckle and I can’t help but smile.
“I really can’t believe you are sitting in front of me though, I thought this day would never come”
“Really? You are the one who always claims to be busy, hustling is a time consuming business I see”
I’m not sure he gets my sarcasm, because he merely smiles and takes a sip of his drink, “my imperfect gentleman”. I start to drum on the table then I spot the pepper and salt cans or whatever they call them, you know, those containers containing pepper and salt that restaurants put on tables. I go for them both and Desmond drags them from me almost immediately.
“No, I didn’t plan on losing my sight today” he says pulling on a serious face. I start laughing and he joins in. I’m a little relieved; it may not be so bad after all.
He looks deep into my eyes, leans forward and takes my right hand, “do you like me?” he asked.
“Yes I do, I think you are cool”, I reply with a hint of a smile.
He chuckles and I raise one eyebrow, “you answered like a hotel receptionist would when asked if there are available rooms.” He said.
“Oh, really? I’m supposed to go on on one knee and say yes with tears and mucus running down my face?”
He laughs hard, “its ok Hun”
Awwww, he called me Hun. He is still holding my hand; there is a ring on it. He takes it off and asks me to marry him! Don’t get your hopes up people, jokingly of course. I look him straight in the eye and say, “if you ever propose to me sitting down, I’ll give you back your ring and walk out the door.”
“Yeah, you are definitely that kind of girl”, he says seriously.
We start to talk about diverse topics, and guess what I find out? Desmond isn’t a dummy; in fact he turned out to be quite smart. In the next hour I learn a lot from and about him, he is not so bad after all. I would make a list but nah….It’s just a first date, I can’t be so sure. Three things he said that got my attention though were, “I always stand out, I like to keep it real and yeah, the punch line, “I’m hustling”.
Its 7:10pm now, my curfew is 6:30 and my phone starts to beep. His phone starts ringing too, he takes his call and I listen to his conversation. Apparently, he has a meeting at 7:30; meeting of the hustlers I think and hold down laughter. I don’t want him to go though, I don’t want to go home either, but I should go now if I still want a roof over my head and a surname.
He holds me back as I’m about to head for the door, he is so tall; he looks down at me and says, “You haven’t given me my hug yet”. I smile and he pulls me into a hug, gosh!I could die in his arms. He tries to kiss me too, but I duck it.
We get to the door, and like before he walks out leaving me behind, “get used to it Mirabel” I say to myself.
In the car now, he is taking me home and takes a wrong turn. I start to tell him but he puts a hand to my lips, “I know what I’m doing”, he says with a smile and then he stops the car.
A million thoughts race through my mind, “what is he doing?”
He stops finally, looks at me and says, “You are not going home without kissing me, a peck at least.”
I start laughing, this guy is crazy. I turn my face, thereby giving him my left cheek to peck. He chuckles again and declines it, saying he wants a peck on the lips.
Anyway, we did kiss. And guess what? It is the most awkward kiss I’ve ever had!! It is near terrible, I expected the world to stand still, see stars, you know the Hollywood kind of kiss, kisses you read about in novels but nope, it was a very awkward kiss. I break it off first and watch him clean my lipstick off his lips with his middle finger, he tries to hold my hand but I push it away, still disappointed in our kiss. We get to my house and we hug and say our goodnights, the hug is awkward too. The date went from bad to good, then good to awkward. I walk into the ompound, let myself in and sigh as I take the staircase to my room. I didn’t know what to make of my date with Desmond, I mean it was good but why didn’t I feel a connection when we kissed? I was supposed to yeah? I’m pretty sure I did with Segun. I try to put it out of my mind. I get to my room and sit on my bed, just then Desmond calls me, to check if I was safe at home, such a considerate fellow. We chat for a minute and few seconds before we say goodnigt.
I smile at my phone and lay on my bed, could this be the fire or just another flame?