Hello Ladies!!! Am so sorry for no posting for a while now :twisted:. Hope y’all are good health wise and makeup wise ;). Well am back with another brow tutorial. I know I post more on brows, this is because I want you all to be perfect when drawing or filling your brows and not just depend on brow pencils. So let’s go there!!!…

First you need your mascara wand/ spoolie brush, brow gel, angle brush or brow brush, concealer (a shade lighter than your skin tone and a shade that matches your skin color).


1. Groom your brows if they look bushy.

2. Brush your brows with the spoolie brush.

3. Dip the brow brush in the brow gel and then draw a line following the shape of your groomed brows(do not over dip and make sure not to start from the beginning of the inner brow line)

4. Using your mascara wand, brush the gel into the brows to fill it in or fill in with little brow gel using the brow or angle brush and then brush to remove defined lines and evenly fill in the brows.

5. Apply the lighter shade of concealer beneath the brows and then blend it downwards getting rid of defined lines. Do the same above the brows with the concealer that matches with your skin tone/color and blend upwards.

6. Look at your brows 😌

Alright ladies, let me drop a pic guide as usual. Please keep practicing to be perfect… Mercy loves you all *kisses* And I wish you all a lovely, peaceful, stress free and blissful week. 😘😘
– Mercy Philip





As a young growing girl, I never understood the meaning of the word “Family”. To my understanding, family was just a group of people you had to put up with because you were related by blood. I always thought about the concept as unnecessary and disturbing. I never saw the need to have a family because I felt that my “friends” could provide me with the love, counsel and company that my family was supposed to solely provide. I always stayed away from my family especially in public because I felt embarrassed whenever my sisters clung to me, or whenever my mother sent me on an errand to get drinking water for my kid sisters. I felt that my family was restricting from enjoying a supposed social life that I felt I was missing out on. Whenever I wanted to go and talk with my friends and my little sister tried to tag along, I would almost scream her head off and scare her back to my mum or my other two sisters. I felt she was going to embarrass me or say something that would make me look uncool or like a village girl. I desperately needed to belong to a group of people who weren’t like me. I did this at the expense of a relationship with the most important group of people in my life.

Staying away from my family and trying to fit in with the dope kids left me estranged, confused and out of place. I always looked like a ghost, acted weird, dressed weird and sometimes talked like I was high on something. All because I felt my family was too lame for a person like me. I was a child, a foolish child who didn’t know what she was losing until the Lord taught me a lesson that sent me back to my family. I was lost, confused and disturbed and all I could think about was my family. At first it annoyed me that I was thinking about that same group of people who made me look bad in public or didn’t let me socialize with the cool kids. I remember my mother’s fruitless efforts in trying to drag me to the family. She tried to make me see that they were all I had but the gods made me mad. I couldn’t see reason with her in my childish foolishness. The Lord forced me on my knees before him and he opened my eyes to see what I had been missing and what my family had been going through. He made me see how much my family needed me and how my absence was felt.


I realised that my family was always there for me through thick and thin, providing me with all they had to offer and I was too damn blind to see it.

The truth is, my family is as imperfect as imperfect can be, but the joy I now feel whenever my last two sisters come to me to settle a fight between them or when my little brother tries to explain an episode of Ben 10 to me, or when my mother calls me on the phone and is so excited to hear my voice is unimaginable. You cannot imagine the joy I feel whenever I am around them. It cannot be measured. Many people on the streets are looking for people to love them for free like my family does.

There is nothing like family. Stop comparing them to other families and don’t let that voice in your head deceive you.

No one can love you like your family does.

Genuine happiness in success comes when you have your family to share it with you.
If you are a young person and there is little or no evidence of a relationship between you and your family, find a way to mend that rift.

No matter how large or beautiful a castle is, it’s owner will only be fulfilled if he shares it with people he loves.

Now, my parents and my siblings are my greatest fans. My parents especially are always sharing and commenting on posts here and on facebook. My little sister alongside Marya Igwe (Another member of the team) helps edit almost all the posts I put up. My little sister Uzoma the artist, once helped me think up a Logo for the blog. They have all been wonderful and they make me happy. By the way, my mum owns a blog (Passion in Parenting blog) too! She’s all about parenting and how to get it right.

Every family has issues but these issues exist sometimes to bring them closer to each other. Don’t detach yourself from your family because God put you there for a good reason.



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Goodmorning guys! It’s Monday 😠😠 I don’t know about you, but I hate Mondays. I have classes from 9 till 4 today, back to back! (In Olamide’s voice). Anyways, I saw this story on and decided to share with us, what females go through everyday in the world. It might be a product of their own doings, or just the product of the thoughts of a wicked person. So, read and share your thoughts on this story. Have a lovely week.


A friend of mine said we should not tie everything to #THEWORLDISCOMINGTOANEND, but how people sleep after doing this baffles me. Read story
A man burned alive his heavily pregnant teenage lover because he didn’t want to be a father.
Eren Toben, the father-to-be, and his friend lured Maria Peiner, 19, into a wood on the outskirts of Berlin to kill her.
In Germany the killer and his accomplice friend were each caged for 14 years for the horrific crime.
Jud Regina Alex said of Toben, who hatched the plot: “For him the crime was a solution, he wanted a free, happy life which he had control over.
“He abused Maria’s love for him to lure her into an ambush.”
Maria was eight months pregnant and looking forward to becoming a mother, the court heard.
But in January last year Toben, together with his old schoolpal Daniel Mueller, 20, lied to her that they were going to go shopping for baby clothes.
Once in the woods he hit her with a piece of wood, stabbed her with a bread knife and then poured petrol over her and set her alight.
The judge said: “She was still conscious, it could have been 10, 20, 30 seconds – she was still moving.”
The body was found by a walker the next day and the pair responsible for her death were soon in custody and blaming each other.
But Toben’s fingerprints were on the handle of the knife found near her charred remains.
Both remained silent during the trial.
Of his accomplice the judge said: “He acted for the sole purpose of taking pleasure in the destruction of another human being’s life.”
Speaking after the trial, Maria’s brother said; “I hope that our family can finally have some peace.”
Both men have been jailed for 14 years.
Source: Badbelle


Hello people! No, I’m not dead lol I’ve been here thinking and thinking about what to give you and I finally have it! 😋
I know you have missed our POEM REVIEWS because judging by the stats, you guys love them so much, not that I blame you though 😁.
Today’s review is on a poem titled A WOMAN’S QUESTION

Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the Hand above?
A woman’s heart and a woman’s life
And a woman’s wonderful love

Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy?
Demanding what others have died to win,
With the reckless dash of a boy

You have written my lesson of duty out
Manlike, you have questioned me.
Now stand at the bars of my woman’s soul
Until I shall question thee

You require your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks and your shit be whole;
I require your heart be true as God’s stars
And as pure as his heaven your soul

You require a cook for your mutton and beef,
I require a far greater thing,
A seamstress you’re wanting for socks and shirts
I look for a man and a king

A king for the beautiful realm called home,
And a man that his Maker, God,
Shall look upon as He did on the first
And say: It is very good

I am fair and young but the rose may fade
From this soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves,
As you did ‘mong the blossoms of May?

Is your heart an ocean so strong and true,
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride.

I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give this all, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.

If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook
You can hire and little to pay;
But a woman’s heart and a woman’s life
Are not to be won that way.

It baffles me that when man wants to get married and he is asked what he wants in a woman, he begins to list out a lot of stuff like: she must be well behaved, from a good family, must be beautiful and educated, must know how to cook and wash with her hands, my mother must like her and she must be a Christian. When he lists out all that, he is praised and is said to be a responsible young man looking for a good wife.
However, when a woman is asked what she wants in a man, the person who even asks the question would already be in doubt and would already be taking her unseriously as she speaks. When she begins to list out a lot of stuff like: he must be a Christian, tall and handsome, financially comfortable, attentive and sensitive to my needs, should have good potential fatherhood traits, would love me even when I am fat. Even before she is done, the person asking the question cuts her short and rebukes her. The most common statement is “You are too picky! When you turn 30, I am sure that list will reduce! Fish brain!”
This happens everywhere in Nigeria and this has made it difficult for young women to wait on God to give them what they desire in a man. They are belittled and bullied into marriages that would make them sad and to suffer.
Marriage involves a lot of sacrifices especially from the woman and through all this, she needs to be loved, caressed, supported and encouraged. No good woman would want to sweat and kill herself for a man who does not deserve her love. I stumbled upon a tweet on twitter where a woman was thanking God she is single because of the many failed marriages and relationships she has seen around her.
I saw another that said that people don’t want you to date, but they expect the woman to be married before 25.
Women are human beings first and they have wants, and feelings. Men! Are you man enough to answer those questions in the poem? Will your egos let you answer them? Or will it lead you to hide behind the word “MAN” like it always does?
If you are man enough for the queen that you desire answer the questions
“I am fair and young but the rose may fade
From this soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves,
As you did ‘mong the blossoms of May?”

What is now very common in the Nigerian society is that men now “get bored” of their wives whom they swore before the altar of God to be with “for better” or “for worse”. If you walk the streets of federal universities, you see men old enough to be grandfathers, picking up younger girls in their bid to “catch them young” or “taste fresh blood”. Infact, they don’t now wait till they are old, some of them are newly married and still get bored. Yet, more and more women are being bullied into marriages against their will because they probably are not sensible enough to know what they want.
The truth is that, if you are a parent, or a guardian and your daughter decides to be with a hoodlum or a bad man, then it is you who has failed in the upbringing of your child and you have to face the consequences and try to live with it while supporting your child through it.
Women! Don’t be too scared to demand from a man what you need in a husband. If you are a strong, graceful, lovely Christian woman and you have needs, give them to God and keep your standards high!
Any person who demands that you lower your standards just a tiny bit to accommodate his flaws is a coward and has no respect for your love.
You are a queen
A queen has a king.
A king is royalty
A queen must have royalty!
Not a coward



When I was little, I had the wildest of dreams. Dreams that could move mountains, dreams that could change the world even! I used to sit down for hours staring into space dreaming about the future and how I could change the present and the past with it. I used to see a lot of movies and animations then so it made my dreams more adventurous and real. My little sister always interrupted these dreams with her chatter and complains about how little her share of the beans was or how boring the house was. I used to get so angry with her because I knew that after I had attended to her needs, the dreams would elude me and then I would have to start dreaming afresh.
I cannot start counting how many scenes, houses, projects, or even people I had created in my dreams because they were so many although there were very distinct ones. There is this one where I used to dream about designing a sky scraper that had the tiniest point below and the broadest point above. My God! It was going to defy gravity and the whole world was going to know about it. My little sister always said she wanted to be a journalist so in my dreams, she was the one who interviewed me on international television as, according to my dream, a world known architect. So you see, even in my dreams, I dreamt for my kid sister.
I also dreamt about my own family and how beautiful it would be. I dreamt that I was working at home and my kids were running around with their playmates who had just had my homemade ice cream and meat pie. I was at my desk with a picture of my lovely husband in a frame by the right and a picture of my kids to the left. I had an already established blog by then, so I wasn’t really working hard. Have I told you that I had already opened about six blogs before this main one? Well yeah, it’s been a long time coming.
I even dreamt of my death and my funeral. I dreamt that I was so accomplished that the whole of Nigeria knew about me and my death. There were helicopters soaring with my pictures all over the country (bizarre, huh?). Everyone came for my funeral which was well-organized by my accomplished children. Are you surprised? Trust me, I have only mentioned the simple ones.
One thing little Ify didn’t know about life was its uncertain reality. Those questions that almost drive me crazy anytime I think of them: How? When? What time? Will it? When would it? Why is it? Aarggghhhhhh..
Although these questions piss me off, I have come to realize that these uncertainties are blessings because they force you to get creative. Whenever I complained to my dad about the many restrictions our lecturers in school place on us and how they refuse to let us dream, I usually expect him to be on my side and support his first daughter, but you know what he does? He clears his throat and proceeds to explain to me how I should see my limitations as blessings. He says that limitations have a way of forcing us to get creative in building design and also in life.
In the same way, these uncertainties and fear of risk are simply blessings handed to us by nature to force us to think. Due to the fact that we are never sure of situations, we are forced to think and plan for the worst in order to survive. It forces us to be creative!
Little Ify used to be a dreamer, and she believed she could fly.
Older Ify is now a creative dreamer who knows she can fly.


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Hello everyone and happy Sunday!!! I hope you all had a great weekend! I didn’t though :(. My weekend was filled with lots of drama…and lots of work. Ugh!!! Anyways, I’m good and getting ready for classes tomorrow.
Yes, my weekend was horrible and it ended on a bad note :(, but I pulled through. Do you want to know how? I thought of YOU. Yep, I’m not joking around, I actually thought of you!
You know the saying:
“If you can’t be strong for yourself, be strong for others because you don’t know who’s watching”
Whenever I felt like I was going to cry from all the stress and workload, you came to mind. I kept saying to myself, “What if he/she is watching” and you know that I am all about inspiring confidence in people. I can’t cry because I have to be strong because of you. I am learning to be a strong person because of you.
Sometimes, you just have to be strong, not only because you have faith that God will get you through that difficult time, but also because that young girl, old woman, young man or old man is watching you to inspire him or her to have hope in this life; just like Jesus did even when he was nailed to the cross-he thought of his own mother and made sure she was in good hands even when he was in pain. Jesus was strong for his own mother.
At this point, I want to say thank you to the wise person that said, “No man is an island”. The truth is, you need people to survive, take it or leave it. Not just people, the right people and the right friends. This life is an individual race but it doesn’t mean that if your partner or friend falls on the way, you wouldn’t stop to help the person. And you know that this also means that when you are hurting and you want to stop, look back and see the people who are watching you…people that need you to carry on for them to carry on.
Am I making sense? I do hope so because I tend to babble sometimes.
You don’t know how much you are helping me grow with your thoughtful comments, likes and shares. God is helping you to help me to be a strong person so I can help you.
Enough about me! How about you? How have you been? How did the first month of the year 2016 go for you? How is the journey of self-discovery going? I hope we are making progress ☺. If you have questions to ask or a story to share, all you need to do is scroll down to the comment box below and share. Who knows who you might be reaching out to or who might have a solution to your problem.
Today’s post is really short and I apologize for that, but there is a really nice one we put up as well
Go and check it out and tell us what you think!
Thanks for being there for me and I will try to always be there for you too. Enjoy the rest of your week! 😘


Greetings earthlings! I bring you good tidings from my world were reality is important for survival, where it is not all about money but about happiness, where it is not all about quickies but about genuine satisfaction and where it is not all about booty but about self-discovery.
Before we continue, ladies, please drop whatever you are doing and pay rapt attention. If you have wet nails, drop your phone, let the nails dry and then pick up your phone and read. If you are a guy, call your sister, wife, girlfriend, side chick, fiancée or colleague who is around you to read with you. If your friends are far away, scroll down and share this post with them through Whatsapp, Twitter, BBM, Facebook, Tumblr, anywhere!
We done? All right! Today we are going to talk about something very important and something every lady should know.
The other day, I was in an argument with my friend Gerald about the set of girls we like to call “Runz Girls” In case you don’t know, “Runz Girls” are females who get intimate with wealthy men for money. Now, Gerald was of the opinion that people who condemn these girls are just haters who don’t have the courage to take such risks for money. These set of girls are usually flashy and fresh, own awesome phones, drive awesome cars, have opened boutiques and even own houses, cool huh? In Gerald’s words, “You go sit down here make pant dey wear you, your mates dey drive car and you dey fly bike to school”
I laughed.
I then went ahead to ask my dear friend Gerald, why do these girls do what dey do for money? He said there were many reasons: it could be that they are from poor homes, it could be that they don’t have good upbringing from home, and it could be that they are just girls who want to have fun.
I laughed again.
I disagreed with Gerald’s reasons, because I don’t feel that those reasons are enough to drive me to defile my body especially for money. Of course Gerald said that it is easier said than done, and then I told him something that got him thinking.
Till tomorrow, I can proudly say that I can never be a broke woman in this life or the next. You know why? Because I am aware that I have hands and that I can use them to feed myself. You want to know another reason why I can’t be broke? It’s because I am content with what I have.
I saw an old classmate one day in the market selling tomatoes and pepper. When she saw me, she almost hid under her table, but I caught her and I was sooo happy to see her. We got to talking and I found out that she lost her dad and since then, her mum had not been able to afford school fees for her to take the JAMB exams. Apparently, she was helping her mum to sell in the market, while her mum managed her tailoring business at another location. You know what I said to her? I said “Wow, that’s good!” and she became confused.
“What’s good about all this? I am poor and you are already in school” lol..
”Ah! will you steal? Or go into prostitution? Because of money? You have hands! Use them”.
I went ahead to explain to my friend that I wasn’t asking her to accept her situation and sit back, I was only trying to tell her that the tunnel is a little longer than usual and that she shouldn’t fail to see the light at the end. The fact that a tortoise is slow, doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t get to where he is going, it’s just that it will probably take a longer time for him to get there.
Presently, I can make beads, I have basic knowledge in sewing and hair dressing, I sing, I dance, I can clean, I can cook, I type presently at 64 wpm means I can work as a typist somewhere. I write, in fact I think I can do anything I want to, if I put my mind to it.
Do any of those things I mentioned require my crotch? N. O. NO!!!
Like I mentioned in one of my previous posts, the high expectations we have for life has blinded us and has pushed us into this fake world where everything must go our way immediately! Shap shap! My point is, ladies, we don’t have to compromise ourselves or offer our bodies to the devil simply because we want an iphone, admission, clothes, or a house shap shap!!! We have our hands! We can help ourselves! When we feel everything is gone and we have tried everything and nothing is working. Don’t compromise, be content, be patient and think. Look at your hands and become aware of the fact that you can use them to do a lot of lucrative things that might even give you more than you expect in due time.
If you are lucky God may even send someone who would help without you breaking a single sweat. Don’t take matters into your own hands and do things that may be harmful to you because God has decided to delay somethings. Remember God’s wristwatch never goes bad; he knows what he is doing and he definitely knows what you need and deserve.
Please my queens, you are royalty.
Be royalty.