Food Glorious Food.

Hey guys so I've been running out of ideas on what to do for the blog personally something I'm good at or enjoy . Apart from writing , reading and fashion another hobby of mine is cooking and eating .

I love and enjoy cooking, I started cooking at the age of ten been my mums first daughter, she didn't hesitate to put in the kitchen the minute she realized I knew how to cook.

Over the years and plenty pots of over salted and burnt meals I know how to cook most Yoruba meals and that was not enough, so I decided on trying foreign dishes and baking. Most of the time I imagine what I taste when I eat out and put my twist to it.

I'm not a perfect cook but I try my best, so I decided to share my skills with you all starting from simple starters to main course and dessert from Nigerian to foreign meals.

Healthy recipes will also be added to the list, from my diet ideas.

I present to you Rukkie's Kitchen!!!
Hope you all Enjoy it.

XOXOXO
L.D

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The Act of Indecent Dressing.

I've always wondered how women can walk around looking almost naked yet feeling comfortable with it. I've never been one for going out with skimpy clothes, I do have some skirts and dresses that are above the knees, but they stay unworn in the back of the wardrobe, I wore a very questionable leather peplum to the beach and I felt very uncomfortable, had to pull it down ever time I stood up , and when It was my turn to go get drinks my brothers friend took a look at me and told me to sit down. I was embarrassed, but I turned a lot of heads, when we switched locations to Waterside I had a guy wait for me outside the toilet since he couldn't approach me in from of the two intimidating men I was with. He offered to take me out clubbing and I blamed it on the skirt because I was dressed like I belonged in a club.

Lost.

Its 7am I can't sleep the insomnia is back, WTF is wrong with me, I've not stepped out the door for five days been holed up in my house for almost a week not doing anything reasonable well except for catching up on series and stuffing my face. My routine consists of waking up when ever I want or by a phone call, getting ready brushing, shower and back in bed I go, getting up to get food or to got to the bathroom , I've been doing this for the last three weeks and Its not healthy, I have nothing better to do and I'm not motivated to do anything or I just cant be arsed but which ever one it is it all needs to stop because its driving me nuts. I feel trapped !!! I have so many bright ideas. I wrote so many stories in my head, but I find it hard to put pen to paper or even do a blog post. I'm lost. Is this okay ? Is it normal? My faith is at an all time low, I can't even cry out to God for help, I just cant be bothered. I cannot do this any longer. I need...

ESCAPE

"God will punish you', I shouted as I tried to chase the man who robbed me" "E no go better for you ', I am fighting a battle I know I’m not going to win, but I hate being cheated, I settled on the train tracks to catch my breath, a few minutes before the train passes. A small crowd gathered the nosy bastards who have nothing better to do on a Monday morning, I look up from after a few minutes, I have no choice, a pair of over-bleached feet appeared beside me. The sight of someone's skin bearing a striking resemblance to over roasted plantain nearly made me regurgitate the contents of my stomach. "How far now? she asked putting her hands on my waist.

Literal Diva

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