I just finished watching the Netflix documentary titled 'Skin' by Beverly Naya, a fellow female Nigerian. Aside from the nostalgia I now sorely feel viewing parts of my home country on screen, this documentary is a harsh reminder of the colourism that exists in Nigeria (I can't speak for every African country). Luckily, I never … Continue reading Beautiful, black skin
Daily, we are bombarded with lots of imagery via social media platforms. This new-age of sharing is so different from what I, personally, am used to. More than ever before, you are somewhat granted access to people you'd not ordinarily meet. With such access comes a lot of advantages and also a lot of disadvantages. More … Continue reading Weigh your words
My mom claims she knew I'd be born with a lot of hair because throughout her 2nd and 3rd trimester, her belly button and the area around it hurt. A few hours after my birth, my father ran off to market to get an Afro comb for new born me. Hair I do have. Lots … Continue reading Hair!
I can't remember the first book I read but I remember how it felt...oh what a thrill it was! Thankfully, I have parents that invested in my childhood interests. They bought me many books, made available pen and paper and at the age of 12, bought me a manual typewriter to encourage my love of … Continue reading Living severally
The awesome thing about having a wealth of dating experiences is the possibility of (hopefully) noticing flaws that stick out like a sore thumb. From my experience and the experiences of some of the women that have been around me, there is a tendency for us to give our all in relationships - so much … Continue reading Have yours!
I had made plans two weeks ago to visit the VanDusen Botanical gardens with another individual but last minute, my would-have-been companion couldn't make it. I had two choices: stay home or go out alone. I chose the latter and I am glad I did. Armed with my face mask and big bottle of sanitizer … Continue reading Date afternoon with myself
As a girl child growing up in Nigeria, I was totally unaware of complexion, what is preferred and its connotations in the real world. As I got older, I began to see via foreign movies the idea of what beauty is. Beauty was mostly anything that did not look like me. The blonde. The blue … Continue reading Black and proud
The mind's an interesting thing. If you are anything like me, then you are overly observant, particular and aware of the minutest changes in you or around you. To give an example, as I brushed my teeth meticulously, one fine morning early last year, I noticed a small black spot on one of my molars. I … Continue reading Relief = Pineapple cake
It's been six weeks. Six weeks of staying home. Six weeks of working remotely, working out, eating, sleeping and doing it all over again the next day. At first, it didn't seem so bad but as with anything done routinely, it gets old over time. Restlessness and a sort of 'cabin fever' sets in. Most … Continue reading Day #42 of Staying at home