I'll keep this one fairly short, but had to sign off the year with a tremendous thank you to everyone who has tuned into the site this year. The community is small, and its a genuine honour to have you as a witness to the early stages of this writing journey. A huge shout out is due to those who have sent me a text highlighting the typos and errors on some of my posts, ( Lateefah , come and collect your flowers! Good looking out!) This is the honesty and attention to detail

If I kept every necklace, bracelet and earring set from every friend, boyfriend and situation-ship I've ever been in, I'd be walking around like Rick Ross. "Bhaws" It feels like it's a no brainer, and I'm not sure who needs to hear this, but throw that piece of jewellery in the bin. Or better yet, sell it on Vinted, and make a lil change. Jewellery holds energy and memories. Fair enough not all memories are bad, but past a certain point, you too deserve to forget what was, wh

The details of the past in its grave — soon to be forgotten, but remaining in the fibres that have woven your new heart.

It's defiantly been over three years since the now deleted offensive content was first posted, in the hopes of "sparking conversation".

And as per everything I start, I hope that my will to begin is as strong as my will to continue.

When I say that I feel like Ugly Betty, I'm not talking about looks. For one, Betty isn't ugly - she just doesn't assimilate to the...

How TF is everybody doing? How are you doing, reader? What's been up lately? Is there anything coming up that you're looking forward to?...

So that thing happened again, where I have the vision to launch and then question why I even started in the first place, and then freeze!...

I’m so misunderstood that I’m an empath now.  I've just finished a long stint of putting the thoughts, feelings and aspirations of others...

Bring in the stack of holy books. I do solemnly swear to never attempt to pass of an AI written post as my own writing! Firstly, as it...

The doom scroll brought me here. Endlessly comparing my features to curated perfection and bearing witness to the bias that beauty buys...

I recently realised I’m not the domesticated woman I thought myself to be. It was brought to my attention pretty early on into my trip to Cote d’Ivoire, but this day that I will go on to document was confirmation of the fact.  The first moment I realised was when my aunty managed to cook an entire meal for six, on a one burner gas canister. Yes, I helped chop the onions and tomatoes, even stirred the pot a few times, but she was the one who knew  the exact amount of ingredien