Last year, I received a call from a former colleague. I won’t call her a friend. I was somewhat surprised when I saw her name pop up on my phone, as she hadn’t called me for a good couple of years. Nevertheless, I answered and after some cursory smalltalk and a bit of “this is… Continue reading BLM: My Life Matters
In all of my 41 years, I have never been to any kind of horse racing event. I have watched it on the TV and been peer pressured into Grand National sweepstakes at work, but I have never felt any kind of inclination to take myself along to a racecourse to watch horses being ridden… Continue reading A Day at the Races
Recently, I have become very aware that the amount of sugar that we as a family consume is beyond a joke. I have a sweet tooth. I have had a sweet tooth from as long as I can remember (and that would be creeping into the larder under the stairs when I was about 6… Continue reading The Great British Sugar Swap
As you know, I am the child of immigrant parents. My parents came to England from Nigeria; Anambra State, to be precise. Although they didn’t equip me with a working knowledge of the language (#stillbitter), unlike many of their counterparts, they managed to resist the urge to give me an English name. Instead, they gave… Continue reading Say My Name, Say My Name…
It’s taken a while, but I have finally managed to put fingers to rose gold HP laptop keyboard and write up my second experience of attending the Everyday Joy retreat. I’m done with gushing over Tamu and her lovely ladies (I’m not). Today, I am going to share the things that really impacted me in… Continue reading Revisiting Everyday Joy
