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The Power of the Ensemble Cast

Why “Valentine’s Day” and “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” work for me.

As a lover of romcoms and an admirer of good actors and actresses, I get super excited when I see a full ensemble cast.
Two films inspired todays post; Valentine’s Day and What to Expect When You’re Expecting. I love these two star-studded ensemble movies.

Both films appear completely different on the surface… one revolves around a single day dedicated to love, and the other navigates the unpredictable journey toward parenthood. But beneath their stories lies the same structural engine… a wide, diverse cast intentionally built to carry multiple storylines at once.

And honestly, that’s what makes these movies work… for me.

Both films feature a mix of A-listers, rising stars, and beloved screen personalities.
No single actor dominates the screen; instead, each brings their own energy to smaller but meaningful story segments.

Valentine’s Day features names like Julia Roberts, Jennifer Garner, Bradley Cooper, Ashton Kutcher, Anne Hathaway, Queen Latifah, and Taylor Swift.

What to Expect When You’re Expecting delivers an equally impressive roll call: Cameron Diaz, Jennifer Lopez, Chris Rock, Elizabeth Banks, Anna Kendrick, Dennis Quaid, Chace Crawford, and others.

The casting alone becomes part of the film’s identity… almost a selling point by itself.

The ensemble approach allows both films to run several narratives simultaneously.
Instead of following a traditional single-lead structure, it allows us, viewers to move through a collection of mini-arcs, each with its own focus, tone, and rhythm.

Another amazing factor of ensemble films is how characters overlap.
In both movies, the cast isn’t just large for the sake of size, it’s so cool how the characters’ paths cross naturally.

I love these two movies.

Any suggestions on something similar?

Wife mode

I remember one of the many fights we had in our marriage in the first Eight years …yes. Eight.

I had assumed the wife role and had fully activated wife mode…. Wake up, make breakfast, serve breakfast, clean the house, plan dinner, run my errands, attend to a few other concerns, make dinner, keep the home neat for the evening and so on.

My husband often brought up this robotic behavior and expressed his dislike with how it seemed I was playing a role. I never wanted to hear it. I thought he was being difficult. He wasn’t.

It took me time to realize I was not expected to be “acting like a wife” and just be his wife. Now, I want to believe this was because I had to unlearn what I was taught growing up.

Women are often coached on how to assume and proceed with the wife role. I think we need to change the narrative on the role of the wife.

A wife is just a name for a woman who is married to her husband. How they go about it isn’t meant to be scripted.

When I realized this and decided to turn a new leaf, it was not immediate… Not at all. Took a few years… And it’s still a work in progress… but one thing I know for certain is, since I changed the narrative for myself in my home, things have been really good for mental health, my marriage and many areas of my life as I gave myself the liberty to the indulge and enjoy the things that I love.

We take one day at a time and progress with matters as they arise. Teamwork… not one working for the other.

The Great Gatsby

I was 50 minutes into the 1949 adaptation of The Great Gatsby when I said a little prayer;

“O dear lord. Pardon my condescending heart… But I feel sorry for people who dont read.” Especially when I read a book, and then I see its film adaptation.

But then, I found myself defending myself…. oh, how human of me… right?

I told myself; It’s not condescension… it’s the ache of someone who knows what the full feast tastes like and then watches others settle for crumbs.

When you read a book, you carry the author’s voice, the nuance, the internal worlds, and the slow bloom of meaning. A film, no matter how brilliant, can only give a slice of that. So when I see an adaptation, I feel the gap. I see everything that was left behind… but I love films… so I keep doing this to myself… over and over again… how pathetic.
I guess I am not pitying them as people… I think I am grieving what they are missing out on.

I have always wanted to read The Great Gatsby. Over the years, I found it was a common and popular material in western literature.

Two reasons why I have never read it is one, I never did literature in my secondary school days, and two, The Great Gatsby isn’t a popular selection in the curriculum here in Nigeria.

I finally read it yesterday. It was a lazy Sunday, and I chewed on it from morning, and by bedtime, I was done.

I was carried away by the beautiful way it was narrated and by the witty humor, so much that I didn’t even know when tragedy hit me. It was a complete shift. A full 360 degrees.

I loved what F. Scott Fitzgerald did to me.

Do I wish I read it sooner? No. I think I read at the right moment of my life.

It was worth every page.

I spent most of my night reading reviews and literary analysis on this book… that’s how much I loved it.

For anyone who has read it, care to share anything with me?

Baskets and Contentment

Very early this morning, my husband looked over at my stack of baskets, and then he began laughing.

“Where on earth did you get these baskets?”.

There wasn’t anything wrong with the baskets though, his curiosity was with the number of the baskets. The baskets have been there for about two months and I’m pretty sure he has been meaning to ask.

I went ahead and explained how I bought them and why. This explanation meandered and led to us talking about some adjustments we had to do in our son SonTer’s room before he came home for the holidays. After the lengthy discussion, I sighed and smiled and said, “I just love that boy. He’s such a contented child.”

My husband’s remark to that was one of worry. He worried that SonTer was just like he and I… and maybe the combination makes him too contented. He explained how he always worries that we are too contented… unlike how it’s expected in the world… especially these days.

I pondered on it for a while, and I asked, “…but are we happy?”.

He looked back at me, smiled, and said, “You have a good point, woman.”

Starting Your Day Right

I have a book by Joyce Meyer for over 15 years. It’s a daily devotional titled ‘Starting your day right’. I have a physical copy and an e-copy.

The good thing about this devotional is you can use it every and any year. Now, the thing is, I keep hoping to….but I have never followed it from January to December. Maybe I will someday… fingers crossed, 2026.

Today, I sat at my desk and got it set up for a fresh day, and I decided to take a photo. I tagged it in my photo gallery; “starting the day right”.

Just as I sat back to relax and enjoy the morning at work, I remembered, just last week, I was on my way to work when I stopped for a convenience break and saw some wild flowers, I paused and picked them and took them on the rest of the drive to work. They made my day good.

I may not follow Joyce’s daily devotional all of the time, but I guess I’m conscious about how I begin my day.

How do you start your day? Are you intentional about the positives?… About keeping it right?

Life in a Year: October 2025

October wasn’t bad. The first half of it was easy.

The second half of the month however wasnt as easygoing.

During the easy part of the month of October, I enjoyed some good books and movies. The movie I enjoyed most was Play Dirty, starring Lakieth Stanfield and Mark Wahlberg. I enjoyed some good music too and found a new song that I fell in love with… Featherstone by The Paper Kites.

I also spent some time with Amaka and her baby, Ehi. I enjoyed watching her in this motherhood role.

Things began to escalate on the 16th. My mom had a follow-up doctors appointment, and so we hit the road, along with my older sister, who had been visiting. I drove us from makurdi to Abuja for this appointment.

I killed two birds with one stone. I took the opportunity to see a doctor and get a full medical checkup. I am glad I did.

My mom and I returned to base after four days. I was able to catch up with an alumni meeting that i enjoyed very much, and then the hectic work week started.

Work became so hectic. I had to work six days instead of five for two weeks. By the time PMS decided to hit me, I found myself crying on one of the days…at work. Hmmmm.

I wasn’t able to unwind on most nights, but I was able to squeeze time in for Colleen Hoover’s Reminders of Him, and I am glad because it was worth it.

Different days

Some days it’s sarcasm and wit

Some days is humor and pranks

Some days it’s foolishness

Some days is the need to use all your brain muscle

Some days it’s emotions, heart and feelings

Some days it’s Gangstar and guts

Some days it’s song and melody

Some days it’s even unknown

Every day is different

Know this

Know peace

Mamma Mia!

Anyone who has read my last three posts may recognize my current love… I’m going back… and I’m rewatching a few good movies.
Today, I rewatched Mamma Mia! Sixteen years later… and I have chills.

Mamma Mia! is a musical set on a Greek island. It features lots of ABBA songs. It follows a young woman, Sophie, who invites three men to her wedding, hoping to discover which one is her father.

The music… this where the chills kept coming, song after song. ABBA never ever gets old. Plus…it hits just right.
The laughter… it all felt familiar, yet somehow deeper this time. It made me think of my friends and how obnoxious we get sometimes when we get together… and it’s been a while since I had this. I need this.

Looking back, I realise that the first time I saw it, I was younger, unamarried, and not yet a mother. And even though I was six years older than her age in the movie, I found myself reasoning with Sophie… her excitement, her dreams, her search for answers. I understood that version of her so well. She was hopeful, curious, and full of wonder about love and life.

But now… watching it again, I find myself reasoning with Donna. Her weariness, her strength, her messy courage. I see the woman who has built a life out of fragments, a woman who carries love and loss in the same breath… and even the same heart… a woman who keeps singing anyway.
I see her… exhaustion, independence, a mix of pride and vulnerability… I feel her. I understand her choices and her chaos in a way I never did before. It’s funny how life catches up with the stories we once only watched.
I feel her more than I ever expected to. I paused a time or two to ponder on this.

And what an incredible trio of “fathers” she had. Mmmmmm… what an ensemble of lookers; Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth, and Stellan Skarsgård. Each one of them was charming in his own way. Pierce Brosnan (Sam)… steady and soulful, Colin Firth (Harry)… sweet and slightly awkward, and Stellan Skarsgård (Bill)… the free-spirit.

Sixteen years later, Mamma Mia! still feels like sunshine… but now, it warms me in a different way. It reminds me how life shifts and softens us, how love changes shape, and how we keep dancing through it all.
I realised also, you can always find yourself, whether it’s at twenty, at forty, or even again at sixty.

When I Saw Harry and Sally Again

I saw When Harry Met Sally again, for the third time….after ten years, and it felt like I was seeing it for the first time.
Something about it hit differently this time. Maybe it’s age, maybe it’s experience… but I loved how it took years, and yet they still found a way to each other. They were meant for each other. They understood each other. They were comfortable with and around each other.

It reminded me of some friendships I’ve had… the kind where you can be yourself without trying, where the conversations are unfiltered and the silences are never awkward. I loved how open Harry and Sally were with each other; that honesty, that ease, that comfort that only time and genuine care can build.

Watching it now felt like catching up with old friends. I love the movie, not just for the romance, but for how it celebrates friendship, timing, and the quiet magic of people who just get each other.

Good Old Things

Yesterday's movie review got me remembering this post from 2022.

When I was about 19 years old, my “cousin” Gosha, in a bid to bond and create a deeper relationship with her dad began making trips to the town where I lived. Her father, who for reasons best known to him back then, had moved from the city where his family lived to the town […]
Good Old Things