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
Polite conversation, it has been said, should include neither religion nor politics. It is probably safe to say that each and every one of us has fallen out with/changed our opinion of at least one other person in our lives due to a discussion around either of these two topics. However, I strongly detest polite… Continue reading I’m *Not* Dreaming of a White Christmas…
Last Saturday, I groaned as I rose from my bed and remembered that I had booked tickets for myself AND my girls to attend the 2nd annual Black Girl Fest. Under ordinary circumstances, I would have purchased just the one ticket and I would have jumped out of bed, super-excited at the prospect of spending… Continue reading It’s. A. Black. Girl. Thing.
