How We Met – Deola and Leye

how we met


I am Adeola Oginni, born and bred in Lagos by my wonderful parents with my lovely siblings: a sister and two brothers.

I studied Medicine at OAU Ife, Nigeria. I am a doctor currently practicing in the UK where I live with my husband and three children. I enjoy downtime with my hubby and kids, watching music videos, soul rejuvenating walks and watching the news 😊.

How we met

1995 was the year…first day of medical school registration. We had been on this long queue waiting to get started. It was my finally my turn, then I realised I didn’t have a pen!  Not a big issue you would say – but remember it was our first day and we were all meant to be all ready and serious 🙄medical students. We didn’t know each other, so getting a pen off someone wasn’t that easy as it would seem now: teenagers still trying to pose and keep their own space if you get. I was sure I packed a pen with all my paperwork for registration.

Prince Charming to the rescue

I searched my bag frantically but couldn’t find it. I looked up disappointed, and there he was, this handsome dude to my rescue! 🎇He came all the way from the back of the queue, confidently offering me a pen and telling me not to get frazzled too much that I won’t lose my turn. Then we became friends…and then…and then😍…the rest is this …23 years on, we are still going strong with 3 adorable kids…Glory be to God.

P.S   Adeola is a fantastic doctor whom I’ve grown accustomed to giving a call at the 1st sign of any medical issue. These range from something as trivial as a rash to cotton wool stuck in an ear😚. Advise on feminine health and well- being are not left out.

She’ll be popping on the blog from time to time on our health column. If you have questions for her, please fill the contact form.

How We Met



How We Met

how we met

One thing I tend to do after getting acquainted with people – especially those in a relationship – is to ask how they met😍. By so doing, I have come to hear the best of the best romantic stories ever. Most of them are so good, that the best rom-coms have nothing on them. 😋

And so, being the generous person that I am 😉, I have decided to share some of these amazing stories on my blog. Every fortnight, therefore, I’ll invite some of my friends to share their wonderful love stories with us.

Once upon a time…

Today, I’ll share a bit of my own love story. I met my darling husband at his house, (I occasionally joke with him that I walked into his home and refused to leave). I was in London from Dundee (Grad Schl) to spend the weekend with my family friend (FF). The plan was to be picked up from the salon by a friend (potential) who disappointed me. My phone went off and I couldn’t remember my FF’s address and so I decided to wait at the bus stop.

I saw an old friend from home and tried to hide from him cause for some reason, I felt embarrassed to be seen hanging around a bus stop! Luckily, he saw me and told me he had been talking about me with my family friend the previous day 😕. They were actually neighbours💃. He said it was okay to wait for her at his place, and a relieved me went with him – and my husband happened to be his housemate.

So I walked into his house, met him, and the rest, as they say, is history. Well, a lot happened between meeting and taking that walk down the aisle, but it was an interesting journey.

The Lyrics of ” broken road” by Rascal Flatts is my display image. This is because it reminds me so much of the day I met my husband.

So that’s my love story, hope it’s not too boring. I promise you’re in for some good stories here, watch this space.



For the love of books.

for the love of books

I remember how my voyage into the world of books began…🤔

It all started with the fairy tales collection. I remember my sister and I read those books till the lovely covers ripped off and the books were worn! Dad got us a collection of stories from around the world, I enjoyed reading every one of those stories.

Then I passed through Malory Towers with Darrel, and of course got into all those pranks with the twins at St Clare’s. Read a bit more of Enid Blyton, Naughtiest girl, Magic Faraway Tree, and of course Famous Five and Secret Seven.

Books books books…

In primary school, we girls stuck to each other and didn’t really play with boys. How lucky was I that my favorite cousin then was neighbours with a boy who had a very interesting library. He was the one that introduced me to Nancy Drew. Of course, I got neck deep into her adventures with her cousins and I also got hooked on Hardy boys. By then I would read anything, I loved TinTin, Asterix, pacesetters and pretty much any book I could lay my hands on.

It started getting more interesting as I got older and started reading the romance books. I read a few mills and boons and temptations which a lot of girls where really into, but it wasn’t really my thing. I absolutely loved the historical romance books. Thank God for book clubs that were cropping about then, and most of them stocked up on these novels that I loved so much. I moved to Sidney Sheldon, and boy did I read his books! I still read a bit in University and even when I started working,

Somewhere along the line, I stopped reading. Don’t know what happened, but not only did I stop reading, but I must confess I became intellectually lazy! But I have recently started picking the books again, I started buying novels which I realised I couldn’t keep doing, but now I borrow from the local library where am spoilt for choice. l’m even now writing my own short stories, something special for mums.😊

So, there you have it, the story of my love affair with books, do you like reading? What do you read, let’s hear your story…

for the love of books

The mystery of the disappearing cutlery…..

The mystery of the disappearing cutlery…..

I saw this image on asoebibella’s Instagram page and I was dazed. This is because I have been planning to do a post on disappearing cutlery.

It got me thinking about how many of us on this earth are walking around with the same thoughts! 🤔 That’s why I always say that the fact that someone you know starts doing the business you’re doing doesn’t mean they copied you – not saying people don’t copy, but in a lot of cases it could be ideas they’ve also been nursing but perhaps because of capital, or perfecting business plan or just simple procrastination others start the business before them.

Anyway, what is it with cutlery going missing in homes? When I was much younger, I remember my mum used to complain a lot about missing cutlery. I used to wonder why she complained cause it was a very large household and anyone could take cutlery to school and not return it, or some to their rooms etc. So I had a perfect explanation for it.

Then I grew older and would spend time with my sisters in their homes, they also started complaining about missing cutlery! I also thought it was due to the fact that they had quite a number of domestic staff and of course, some will take and not return.

Fast forward a few years and I’m in my home, it’s just 4 of us and the cutlery keeps disappearing! Even that of the boys! So is their a cutlery ghost?! Does anyone have answers to how cutlery keep disappearing?😕

Credit: Asoebibella