It’s my birthday, I’ll do nothing if I want to

Today is my birthday. I never expected to spend the last two birthdays of my 20s in lockdown, but here we are. I have no choice but to spend my birthday at home (or on a socially distant walk). No chance to brunch with my besties, relax at a spa or organise a weekend getaway … Continue reading It’s my birthday, I’ll do nothing if I want to

Step One: Untangling my passion

The thief of progress is the inability to convert. There is no feeling better than that of the euphoria and excitement that comes with an idea or an epiphany - all the pieces fall into place and you feel like you know who you are meant to be in the world. It's the next step … Continue reading Step One: Untangling my passion

Why I am not my hair… but it is my protest

It's Sunday afternoon and for me, like most black women, it's wash day. My hair is rustling under a plastic cap, absorbing a "pre-poo" before the real work begins. The weekend activities of black women are vastly different to those of their white counterparts. Growing up in South London, surrounded by other black children, it … Continue reading Why I am not my hair… but it is my protest