Day 111: Questions

So today I decided to answer questions from the 36 Questions that Lead to Love article written in the New York Times.

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

Michelle Obama. I would ask her absolutely everything, from her childhood to the presidency to her autobiography (which I’m currently reading). I’d definitely ask her about her friendship with Beyoncé and whether or not she could introduce us.

2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

Absolutely not. In theory yes, because I would love all the free stuff and the talk shows and the money. But in reality, it’s a big fat no. I would hate being stalked by paparazzi, all the pressure to always look perfect, not having any privacy. I would absolutely hate it.

3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

Sometimes, especially if I’m calling the opticians or dentist or the bank. If I’m calling friends or family, then no.

4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

Waking up in the morning without my alarm clock, shower, do a project (gardening, photo albums etc.) for 2 hours, seeing friends or family, food, alcoholic beverage or smoothies, and lots of laughter.

5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

Last time I sang to myself was probably last week. Last time I sang to someone else was karaoke with my girls last month.

Thank you for reading.

Day 110: City Rat

He hopped on the train, leaving London for the first time in his whole life. He loved London, it was the city that he was born in, the city that took care of him, the city that made a home for him. He found his seat in the corner near the doors, his grey fur keeping him warm from the air conditioning.

The train began to move and he could see Liverpool Street station disappearing behind him. Soon he could see greenery, lots and lots of fields as the train began to leave London. He was amazed at the amount of green space and the large animals he saw on the fields. Animals he had never seen before, big and majestic. Some had white wool covering their bodies, others were almost naked except for the hair on their tails. His eyes were glued to the scenes in front of him.

He reached his destination and was the first one off the train. The beautiful sun was shinning so bright on him, he instantly felt at home in this new town. He got out from the station and could see familiar shops, Pret A Manger and Sainsbury. He looked all around him, ready and eager to explore this new town. He set a mental alarm to make sure he didn’t miss his train home.

Thank you for reading.

Day 109: Taking Chances

She stared at her phone, at the open WhatsApp message that she had read over 3 hours ago. She had texted all her friends asking for advice and had even made 2 international calls to make sure. She knew how these things went, nothing good ever came from a WhatsApp message, at least not for her. She didn’t know what to do, all her friends had given her similar advice and yet the thought of taking a chance frightened her.

She knew what she was afraid of, not rejection, like most of her friends thought. Rejection would be the easy option for her, she wished that rejection was the fear, because then she would know what to do. No, her fear was the complete opposite, it was acceptance. It was having everything she ever wanted, because then she would have nothing else to want. And what kind of a life would it be, to strive for nothing.

She womaned up and did what she had to. She took in all the advice she’d received and typed up the message, her heart racing through her chest as if she’d climbed a flight of stairs. She read it over for what felt like the 60th time, took a deep breath and pressed send.

Thank you for reading.

Day 108: Us

Today I watched the much talked about Us, and boy oh boy do I have a lot to say about it.

I will try to not reveal any spoilers from the movie but I can’t make any promises.

For me this was not a scary movie, yes there were some thrilling parts but fear did not cross my mind. I found it unrealistic so I knew I had nothing to be afraid of.

The ending seems to be the talk of the town and to be honest I saw it coming in the first 20 minutes of the movie. I knew there was no way she made it out of the cave the same without something happening. And after they came to her home I knew what had really happened.

The movie had great cinematic displays, the lighting and make up were spot on for darker skin tones. The sound track was very effective as I found myself anxious just at the right moments. The story, although I found it predictable, was different.

I love the fact that it was a psychological thriller. It was about fighting the darkness within, and become the darkness within. It’s also about what happens when you stray from the light in search of places you shouldn’t be in.

One aspect of the movie that I still haven’t figured out is why the holding hands across America? What was the purpose? You could tell the plan was thought of by an 8 year old but I want to know why? What did the hand holding achieve?

Please feel free to comment with your thoughts and theories from the movie.

Thank you for reading.

Day 107: Love

Today I thought it would be good to talk about love, not just the romantic Hollywood type love (which is great and all) but other kinds of love that affect different aspects of my life.


I have never understood people who said that they loved their job. To me this is a strange concept because I can’t imagine liking, let alone loving the idea of waking up to go to a hierarchical organisation where I make minimal impact to the world around me. Don’t get me wrong, I love working hard but I do not love work.

I don’t love the idea that my time is bought by an organisation and that I need my manager’s approval for me to get my time back as Annual Leave.

I do love the people I work with.


Well this one is easy, love love love. I love my family, they annoy me, laugh with me, cry with me and dance with me. They are 100% amazing! Nothing but love.


In recent years, I have been very picky about who I label as a friend and I’m so glad. I can truly say that I love all the people I call friends. I don’t always agree with their choices and will call them out on it (and they do the same for me), but at the end of it all we support each other regardless of personal opinion.


Like I mentioned above I love the people I work with. Some more than others (which is probably why I’m accused of being in love with my favourite work colleague), but all of them are awesome. I love the support they provide. They’re always cheering me on and encouraging me to be better. It’s a great work environment because of the great people.

Me time:

I love me time, I love all the fun things I do during me time. I love gardening, painting, sketching, dancing, netball, crocheting, spa days and everything else.

I love being able to unwind and reflect on my day, week, or month.

Thank you for reading.

Day 106: Spellbinding

Growing up as an Christian African child in an Christian African household, my parents were not keen on my brother and I watching shows to do with magic. They saw it as something to discourage and we saw it as fun and playful.

Sabrina the Teenage Witch was one of my favourite shows on Nickelodeon (along with The Amanda Show and Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide). I never missed an episode and watched it every day after school. On my 10th birthday I told my best friend that I was secretly a witch like Sabrina and I would get my powers at 16 (they never came).

When I got a little older, I became obsessed with Charmed. I even got my younger brother hooked on the show as well. We loved Charmed and loved the fact that they were good witches saving the world. The first time we started watching Charmed was the very first episode that Paige was in. So for my brother and I, Paige was the original 3rd sister not Prue. My brother loved Paige and I adored Piper. That was one of the few shows we never fought over the remote for.

After about 10 seconds of trying to stop us from watching these shows my mum eventually gave up. She instead moved on to just shaking her head and accusing us of wanting to be witches, which in my case wasn’t completely false.

As an adult I can say that magical powers would come in handy but I know that everything comes at a price, one I’m not willingly to pay. So for me, I’m just going to have to continue to depend on a higher power rather than magical powers.

Thank you for reading.

Day 102: Wardrobe

I have been told that I have the taste and style of a 60 year old, middle class white woman. I’ve been told that I dress like a preppy high school cheerleader. I’ve also been accused of dressing like an upper class spoilt princess.

Whilst studying Marie-Antoinette and the French Revolution, I came across the quote “the clothes make the man” and in today’s society it’s true. We judge people based on what they’re wearing and we make assumptions about the kind of life we think they lead.

I was once told that I looked middle class at work as an insult. I had been at work for 14 hours and was not looking like my usual self and was called middle class, which I took as a compliment and said Thank You. People have expectations of me based on what I’m wearing, whether that assumption is on my intellectually ability, my politics, my faith, or my class.

My wardrobe is full of the most colourful and varied items. The way I dress doesn’t define who I am, all it shows is what I like (and that changes all the time). I love tight sexy dresses, whilst I live for baggy hoodies and leggings. I love African prints and bold florals, whilst I adore simple, elegant dresses in pastel and mono tones.

So next time, before you judge someone based on their outfit, remember that we are all more than the clothes we choose to wear.

Thank you for reading.

Day 101: Recylce

So today’s task is to find something old that I had previously written and to change it into something new.

The old piece of literature that I chose was a poem written in Jan 2017 titled I dream better with my eyes open. The original poem had a more specific subject whereas the recycled version doesn’t focus on anything in particular.


I dream better with my eyes open

Closing them suppresses the vision

It blurs, no distinctness, no identity

I feel more with eyes open

Touch sending shivers all over

I taste better with my eyes open

Black pepper and garlic mingling in my mouth

I hear the conversation clearer with my eyes open

Laughs rippling through my whole being

Heads tilting backwards

All the things I miss when I refuse to see

I dream better with my eyes open

Thank you for reading.

Day 100: So far so good.

Today is day 100 of my blogging challenge and I am so happy that I’ve made it this far!

Finding the time to write everyday has not been easy but it has been fun and enjoyable. At first it felt like a chore but now it’s become part of who I am.

Here are a few things I learnt about myself in the 100 days that I’ve been writing:

  1. I have so many stories worth telling and I love telling them through my blog.
  2. I don’t write for others, I write for myself. I love seeing my words on a page and feeling so proud that I created them.
  3. Poetry is my favourite form of literature. It’s the mode that makes me feel the most free and creative.

To all those who have been reading my post in the last 100 days, I would like to say a big thank you for all you support, likes and comments.

To the new readers, I’d like to say welcome.

To everyone, please feel free to comment on posts, and make suggestions on what you’d like to see me write about or what forms of literature you’d like to see me explore.

Here’s to another 265 days!

Thank you for reading.

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