they said we could have it all… they just didn't tell us how.
A couple of weeks ago, Amber Rudd was no-platformed at Oxford University some thirty minutes before she was due to give speech in honour of International Women’s Day. This was done in protest by some students and the appearance was pulled. I’ve thought about it a lot, straddled both sides of the fence. Society… we…
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And I don’t even drink coffee. It’s a weird one but in an industry where it can sometimes be a chore to get pleasantries from wait staff, it’s nice to walk into a place, meet a friendly face and they leave you with an impression that makes it easy for you to keep coming back.…
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Sunday morning, its raining and its grey you really don’t want to get out of bed but then a long awaited truffle making class has been scheduled by a crazy person on a Sunday morning- said crazy person being me. I should point out that my relationship with chocolate can best be described as love-hate-meh,…
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Last week Sunday a news alert popped up on my screen, NBA Legend, Kobe Bryant, had died in helicopter crash. I thought it was hoax nonetheless I was shocked because I couldn’t believe it. It was not even the last thought on my mind, it was not a thought at all. You know when you…
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Lagos. It is push and pull, full of life, hair raising and frustrating, demanding and stands to attention for no one. Loud laughs from people just getting the hell on against all odds. It is moments of quiet amid hours of chaos. It is frenetic and you have to run almost a thousand miles to…
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In the end what was it for and why? Stories of the Biafra war is one I heard growing up; my grand parents having lived through it- both Yoruba and Igbo origin. Stories of hope and pain; it is hard not to interlace the two with regards to this conflict. The idea though noble was…
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This week in church the gospel centred around the birth of Jesus in a manger, specifically the visit of the three wise men… were there three or did they just bring three gifts? The priest told a rather funny story, where he put a different spin on things; was Mary given the receipt of the…
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’Twas the night before Christmas, in brisk cold of London, Blu wanders from her home in South Kensington enjoying the stillness of the night. She loves the cold, loves staying out in it, the sharpness and the chill that makes one want to snuggle a little deeper and closer. Winter is her favourite season, a…
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The phone vibrates for the one hundredth time, quite literally, for the one hundredth time it is Francesca and for the one hundredth time Blu does not answer. Franny left messages, grovelling voice messages pleading with Blu to forgive her. Dada, Maya and Simi called too all asking her to forgive Franny but Blu is…
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