It’s My Birthday Month!


I can't believe it's my birthday next week!

Saturday, 21st! 😀

Wow! How time flies.

Before you ask, I don't know... I don't know what I'm doing.

Or with whom I'll be spending it.


My actual birthday is always reserved

exclusively for a special someone...

My close friends and family already know that unless I volunteer my birthday plans, the day is always spent with that special someone.

Secretly or openly, depending on the circumstances...

Occasionally, however, this special someone and I may decide to spend it with someone else.

If, and only if, they make us an offer we couldn't possibly resist.

Now, here's the twist.

Sometimes, these offers to celebrate my birthday arrive weeks or days in advance, but I usually make my decision on the day or shortly beforehand.

Of course, that depends on how elaborate the proposed plans are and how much preparation they require.

Until I have made a definite commitment, however, I find myself secretly keeping the day exclusively for that special someone.

You see…

the reality is, even though I have known this person all my life, I'm never bored of them.

And when it comes to deciding whom I would like to spend my birthday with, I tend to play my cards extremely close to my chest.

So whenever people ask me, "What are you doing on your birthday?"

My answer is usually...

"Hmm... still keeping my options open." 😀

This used to annoy one of my friends...

We are not friends anymore now. 🤣

Phew! 😅

The truth is...

I don't receive that many birthday invitations beforehand, considering I rarely tell anyone about it until the actual day...

So most invitations come afterwards.

This means less pressure on me to spend my birthday with people I may not necessarily want to spend it with, including my dearest ones.

Especially them - sorryyyy. 🫶

Not everyone understands this, which is quite fine.

Personally, it's simply because the most exciting and valuable option has always been spending the day with that special someone.

It also affords me the pleasure of secretly choosing whom to share the day with outside of my special someone.

Now, this might sound even stranger to some of you... hahaha.

But there's a sheer satisfaction and a quiet sense of joy I feel when I spend my actual birthday with someone who has no idea it's my birthday...

Until the end of our date.

There's something rather lovely about sharing a special day with someone whose company I genuinely enjoy, without the occasion itself influencing our time together.

These are the sorts of experiences I occasionally enjoyed even before becoming a companion.

Writing this has just made me realise that the most important thing about celebrating my birthday is retaining autonomy over whom I spend it with, where I spend it and what I choose to do.

Wow! I have never articulated that before.

And the offers?

Ah yes, the options.

They come from loved ones, acquaintances and even strangers on the internet... hahaha.

Interestingly enough, the offer is not always something grand, and it doesn't have to be.

But it must be tempting enough for me to leave the special someone for you. 😂

Basically, the special someone and I must agree that spending my actual birthday with you would be more fun, more memorable, more exciting or more adventurous than spending it with each other.

That's it.

So, as it stands, my birthday is still reserved for that special someone and me.

Oh, another thing about my birthday...

I don't remind my loved ones, so naturally, most forget... hahaha.

That means I get to fine them a few days later when I eventually remind them. 😛

You see, these are people who love celebrating their birthdays, plan for days and make such a big deal of the occasion.

So forgetting mine always makes them feel terrible...

And that, ladies and gentlemen, I enjoy capitalising on. 😂

To my future husband…

trust me, you DO NOT want to be fined. 🤣

It's funny writing this now and realising that this little game has become a traditional part of celebrating and secretly enjoying my birthday with my loved ones.

Now, let me be clear...

I welcome and appreciate plans to celebrate with me on any other day of the month, or indeed throughout the rest of the year until a week before Christmas.

Unless you're sending both Christmas and birthday gifts together, of course. 😁

So celebrating with loved ones and other people before or after my birthday is perfectly normal for me.

No competing priorities, no secret reservations and no VIPs.

Just letting good people show me love in their own beautiful way.

Now, if you're reading this...

And think you have just the right idea to tempt me on the 21st, well, I would absolutely love to hear what you've got up your sleeve.

If we haven't met before, kindly reach out through my booking form.

And if we are lovers, well, you already know how to get my attention. 😉

Now…

Tell me, have you guessed who my special someone is?

Take a wild guess... 🙂

He Followed My Big Ass, Booty...


...Not Me. 😂

My ass isn't even that big.

Or is it? 🤔


Some time ago, I went to visit a friend.

As I came out of the station, I noticed this man looking at me.

I didn't make much eye contact because I already knew he was onto me.

You know, the usual...

Guy sees girl.

Guy approaches girl.

Guy asks for her number.

Girl says no. 😂

Or so I thought.

About two minutes into my walk,

I noticed this man was following me.

Not the walking in the same direction kind, but actually following me.

So I stopped.

Turned around and made deliberate eye contact, letting him know I was aware of his presence.

He immediately slowed down and looked away, pretending he wasn't following me.

Okay cool. No wàhálà. 😂

I carried on.

Walk... walk... walk...

About five minutes later, I stopped again.

Turned around.

And looked straight at him.

GOTCHA! 😂

Tell me why this man suddenly stopped and started looking around, turning his head left, right and centre like he hadn't already been caught!

At this point, it was becoming a game of cat and mouse.

Now, before anyone panics...

It was early afternoon, there were people around and I didn't feel threatened.

Just increasingly baffled by this man's nonsense...

Because every time I turned around and caught him following me, I noticed he wasn't looking ahead.

Or even at me.

You know, like a normal person walking down the street would. Or someone following you, so they don't lose sight of you.

This man was always staring directly at my ass! 😭🤣

Not occasionally glancing.

No.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the booty.

The third time I stopped,

he was so immersed in his sightseeing that he nearly walked straight into my ass!

That's how close he had got before finally looking up and realising I had stopped again.

I gave him a strong frown.

Never said a word.

I thought, surely, having caught him red-handed several times, he would take the hint and give up.

But alas...

Lord of booty, this man did NOT give up! 🤣

He carried on following me!

Now, we had been walking for about 15 minutes and I was roughly a minute away from my friend's house.

That's when I thought...

Nah.

We need to cut this shit out, right now.

Otherwise, this man was going to follow my ass straight into the house until I slammed the door in his face. 😂

Suddenly, I stopped.

And this time, he was just inches behind me.

Head down.

Eyes on the booty. 🍑

So completely engrossed in my backside that it took him a few seconds to realise I had stopped walking.

And when he finally looked up?

There he was, again.

Doing that ridiculous looking-around routine!

Sir, PLEASE! 😭🤣

By this point, I was over it.

The comedy had worn off.

I was annoyed.

I had had enough.

So I turned around and shouted:

"Are you just going to keep following me?! Are you going to say something or just keep following me? What's wrong with you? Stop following me!"

And just like that.

Without uttering a single word...

He turned around.

This man started walking all the way back towards the station.

THE STATION! 😭

That's a 15-minute walk.

Imagine, this man wasn't even going my way in the first place!

What a bizarre situation. 😂

I understand a man finding a woman attractive, approaching her and perhaps trying to strike up a conversation.

But this man wasn't following me.

No!

He was simply following the big booty. 🍑

Every time I stopped, his nose was practically up my ass! 🤣

I could have kidnapped him with my ass.

Just like that. 🤷‍♀️

I wonder if he was going somewhere important and got there late.

Imagine trying to explain that one...

Guys, don't be this guy.

You might not be so lucky... 🤣

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Just a Chill Sunday ☕

A relaxed Sunday morning after a long week...

And a gentle start to a new one. 🙂

... oh, this month's addiction has been salted caramel cookies. 😋

Last month was white chocolate cookies.

munch... munch... munch. 😀

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Mornings like this with me...

Myself and I.

Are becoming a favourite part of my soft girl era.

Herbal tea.

The warm scent of sandalwood in the air.

Freshly baked cookies from Sainsbury's 😁

And pretending emails don't exist for a few hours.

Ahhh… 🧘‍♀️

Balance. 😀

I'm a companion who enjoys my own service…

Maybe a little too much. 😂

Work-Life Tidbits


Some days you get an enquiry...

You read it.

And just go about your merry day.

It wasn't even a Friday night, and the vampires were already out for my blood... lol.

... And sometimes,

my claws come out to play... 💀

... But sometimes,

even I play too much. 👽

... And finally,

when I'm not staving off vampires...

Trying to understand you humans...

Or importing human heads from China.

I'm quietly smiling at messages like this. 🫶

Messages like this remind me why I enjoy doing what I do.

❤️

Social Media Update


Goodbye Twitter, Hello YouTube! 😀

I'm no longer on Twitter.

My new account was permanently suspended a few months ago, and I won't be rejoining.


To be honest,

I haven't enjoyed using the platform since Elon Musk took over and messed it up...

This is partly why I created a quieter space for us on Telegram a few years ago.

And later, here on my website.

So, it's been a long time coming.

Snapchat? Facebook? Bluesky…

You might have noticed I'm posting less on Snapchat these days.

That's because I won't be sharing there anymore either.

And whilst I still have a page on these platforms, they will become dormant going forward.

Where Now?

You'll now find my content here on my blog.

And on YouTube, TikTok and Telegram.

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For video blogs, follow me on Tiktok or subscribe to my YouTube channel.

This is a much better, cleaner setup.

You no longer need a social media account or another app to keep up with my shenanigans. 😀

A little less noise.

A softer life.

And a little more me. 🙂

…You're welcome. 😎

Enemies in the Shower 🙄


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Today's Drama

I got into the shower this morning, all soaped up and minding my own business.

Scrub, scrub, scrub.

Exfoliating away with my glove sponge in pursuit of buttery smooth skin.


Then suddenly...

OUCH! 😩

A sharp pain shot through my right chest like someone had angrily pinched me for daring to have nice skin.

Naturally, I carried on because beauty is sacrifice. 😀

And I wasn't about to let anything interrupt my daily ritual to the goddess of beauty.

But when I got out of the shower, I was shocked to see how bruised it looked.

Honestly, you would think I had been in there fighting spirits.

Immediately, I started side-eyeing my village people. 😂

Not entirely sure whether they were after my blood or my skin...

But whatever was trying me certainly didn't get either.

Because the goddess of beauty has blessed me with this glorious skin. 😇

A little dramatic, you say?

I don't think so.

I bet some jealous spirit is after my complexion. 😭🤣

Okay, okay, okay...

Maybe it isn't my village people for once.

Maybe I accidentally scratched myself. 🤔

I know that explanation sounds more plausible to some of you.

But listen.

That's the physical explanation.

This battle started in the spiritual realm. 😀

Thank goodness I've been keeping up with my rituals to the gods lately.

Imagine if I had been skipping them. 😭

Anyway, all jokes aside, this actually hurt when it happened.

So if you see me walking around looking slightly offended today...

Just know I've survived yet another attack from the enemies of progress.

But little do they know...

The goddess of beauty has my back. 😇💋

Eid Al Adha 2026


Eid Mubarak 🌙 Akú Ọdún

Wishing everyone celebrating Eid a beautiful one filled with love, laughter, family and good food. ❤️


Feeling very nostalgic for childhood Eid al Adha celebrations back home -

fondly called Iléya in Yorùbá.

My grandparents would kill a small cow, or sometimes a goat…

Depending on how financially buoyant they were that year. 😀

The women would spend the entire day cooking all sort of dishes.

But the real cooking only started once the men had finished slaughtering.

And we would all eat like we had never seen food before in our lives. 😂

Then came the best part -

going from house to house visiting relatives, neighbours and family friends.

And yes… we would still eat at every single house too. 😂

Everywhere you went, there was more food waiting for you…

And usually a little money slipped into your hand as well - my absolute favourite part! 🤑

Honestly?

It was basically the Eid version of trick or treat… except it’s only treats and everybody got treats hahaha.

There were always brand new outfits, new shoes… even new underwears! 😀

The villages would suddenly come alive again.

Relatives you hadn't seen all year - sometimes in years - all returning home at once.

And somehow, despite the house being completely full, everybody still managed to find somewhere to sleep.

Mats everywhere.

Children packed on the floor like sandwiches. 😂

Cousins whispering and giggling long after bedtime.

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Honestly? Those were some of the best nights.

I miss the laughter.

The noise.

The warmth.

The smell of food everywhere.

The fight over the charcoal iron! 🤣

…And of course, the childish competition over whose family killed the biggest cow. 🤣😭

Those were truly special times.

And that was only Eid day itself.

The following day, some families would start their own cooking all over again…

Meaning another full day of eating and visiting. 😂

I miss those days immensely right now…

Especially writing this and reliving the memories so vividly.

No matter where you are celebrating from today,

I hope your day is filled with beautiful moments that stay with you forever, just like mine have stayed with me.

Full plates, assorted meats.

Warm hearts and people who make you feel safe, loved and at home.

Love from Zoe 💋

It's Official… OLED Has Me in a Chokehold


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My New Love

Poor me, my TV has finally given up on me…

Now just a shell of her old smart self.

A dumb TV with nothing left to give.


To be fair,

she has been my ride or die for 13 good years, so I can't complain.

We have laughed together, cried together and shouted at scenes together.

She has seen me curled up under warm blankets in dim lighting…

Through heartbreaks, comfort rewatches, lazy Sundays.

And those nights where you accidentally watch "just one episode" until 3am on a school night 😩

She survived my old sofa, welcomed the new one with me.

And held it together longer than some relationships, honestly.

But I fear it is finally time to let her go.

Now listen.

I wasn't looking for "just any TV".

If I'm replacing something that's lasted me 13 years, I want the latest.

The best.

Something immersive, practical and future-proof enough to survive another decade with me.

So naturally, I found myself deep-diving into cinematic contrast.

Immersive picture quality.

Film lovers debating on Reddit about Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos...

like I'll never need glasses to watch movies again hahaha.

Gamers bonding over motion smoothness and HDR10+.

And grown men on YouTube whispering passionately about "true blacks" like it's a spiritual experience 😂

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I spiralled into the world of OLED TVs.

And now?

Now I cannot stop thinking about the LG OLED evo G5 in 65 inches - my old girl is only 47 inches.

This upgrade would be a revolution! 😀

I don't just want a TV. I want an entire experience.

I'm imagining cosy late-night films with the lights dimmed low…

Soft blankets… spooning on the sofa.

Fireplace glowing in the background…

Losing myself in beautiful cinematography like I'm physically inside the movie.

The worst part is I hadn't even noticed my current TV was struggling until OLED entered my life…

OLED ruined normal screens for me forever 😩

So yes…

This is where I'm currently at emotionally.

In a committed relationship with a television I do not yet own.

Honestly, the men who encourage my taste for beautiful things in life really have a lot to answer for.

Because now your girl has expensive cinematic dreams...

That her bank account isn't ready for 😭

Until my next post…

I'll be in my flat reminiscing about my old TV.

And daydreaming about my new love - 65 inches wide…

Elegant bezel frame.

Dimmed lights.

Glowing fire… flickering flame.

And a trembling bank account 😌

Eid al-Fitr 2026 ✨


Eid Mubarak to everyone celebrating Eid al-Fitr

May God answer all your prayers and bring you abundant blessings.

I didn't fast this time,

but I'll definitely be doing the feasting today! 😀

Meeting friends later for good food… I'm already looking forward to it 😋

Wherever you are celebrating from, I hope you're having a beautiful day.

Zoe ❤️

Locked Out of Pilates


When Two Minutes Is Too Late 😭

Two minutes late to Pilates and the door is already shut.

They wouldn't let me in. Smh. 😭

A few weeks ago I turned up nearly two hours early

and had to go back home.

Today? Two minutes late and no one's answering the door.

Someone let me in!! 😭

It's raining, grey, and cold…

British weather really does the most.

I could go to the gym, but honestly? I can't be bothered now.

I'm going home.

Where it's warm.

Cosy.

And currently disorganised and messy because I'm redecorating. 😂

Anyway…

Send sunshine and rainbows 🌈

Via my wishlist, obviously. 😌

London City Walk and a Feminine Compliment


The Compliment That Hit Different 🖤

OMG, I'm on a high right now! 😀

I was on my way home from swimming lessons yesterday, but instead of hopping on a bus, I decided to walk and get my 10K steps in - swapped the gym for steps.

Anyway, I was strolling… and feeling myself.

The rain had stopped, the air was fresh, and it felt good to be out walking in London's hustle and bustle.

I was starting to get a little hot, so I took off my beanie, letting my neatly cornrowed head feel the breeze too.

Yesterday was one of those days I wasn't in my pretty-girl mood. No softness, no curves, no gloss.

Certainly no cleavage. 🤪

I was fully in my masculine energy.

Wearing a slightly baggy, black jogger set, a pair of trainers, glasses and a long Burberry trench coat.

The energy was giving gangster.

Bad boy vibes only.

Collar up, hands in my joggers pocket.

Coat open, flying behind me like I was in The Matrix.

Pure swag. 😎

It was rush hour, but I wasn't rushing like the rest of the city.

I was floating.

Shoulders relaxed. Grounded. Unbothered.

Just moving through the city like I owned it.

Then suddenly -

I heard, 'Excuse me!'

A tall, pretty woman caught up beside me.

I turned, slowed down and said hello - thinking she needed directions.

But she smiled and said:

'I saw you on the bridge and thought… you look so cool. I love your hair! The outfit, your style - the whole look is giving!'

She continued,

'I wanted to tell you, but I lost you. So I told myself, if I see her again, it's meant to be.'

I was stunned. Completely taken aback.

'Oh my gosh, thank you!' I beamed.

Now listen - I was already feeling myself…

But that compliment?

That sent me straight to Cloud 10. ☁️🔥

It wasn't just what she said, it was who she was.

A fellow woman.

And not just any woman - a beautiful one.

Nahhh. Someone pinch me!

Ouch.

You see, when a man compliments you,

there's always a chance he's trying to get in your knickers.

But when another woman stops you in your tracks just to say you look fly?

It hits different.

Feels real.

Validating.

Empowering.

Unless she's a lesbian… then you might still be in trouble. 😂

But jokes aside - that moment made my day.

It wasn't about being sexy.

It was about presence. Style. Energy.

And being seen exactly as I was.

In my masculine energy - no glam, no tight dress, no cleavage - and still be 'giving'?

That's a whole different kind of validation.

That kind of recognition sits with you.

You get home, make a cuppa… and you're still smiling.

As I am now. Still smiling. 😁