For years, my mother has oft said with an affectionate and slightly omniscient tone, that the number eight represents new beginnings. I am not sure if it comes from a biblical reference, the Aramaic or Jewish calendar, but I am definitely certain, it has a very kismet-like ring to it. As I sat pondering and... Continue Reading →
Tale of Two Cities
This is the tale of two cities. Lagos and London. One has a healthcare system that would make you weep. The other, so advanced, it would make you smile. Let us begin. The BeginningCrash. Crash. The helpful passersby extricated me carefully from the wreckage. The pain was unimaginable, rippling through my body, one nerve at... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Eleven
Shay’s phone rang. “Excuse me, whilst I pick this up. Suddenly, Shay broke away and jumped back with no prior warning. Getting me out of my reverie was no small feat. “What? What happened? What’s wrong?” enquiring with a puzzled look on my face. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said. “This is wrong. I... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Ten
“Oh my gosh, Kaya – how long have you been standing there?” “Oh, about five minutes or so.” We all descended into an eerie silence. Crickets chirping kind of stillness. She was wearing the cutest canary yellow pinafore with snow-coloured tights and a jet black pashmina. Sauntering over to Shay, she pulled him in and... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Eight
The questions were ceaseless. Nothing could possibly have prepared me for what was going to happen next. Not even the adventures of the Winchester brothers in the new episode of Supernatural could distract me from my thoughts about Shay. “Don’t forget your dad gets in tomorrow morning”, my mother said. My father was a renowned... Continue Reading →
Apollo Theatre, Shaftsbury Avenue
Summer is upon us in Ol’ Blighty and with it comes a cheeky sun, wacky warm temperatures and a wide array of sunnies. During one of E.J.’s YouTube black holes, she stumbled across an interview with the inimitable Sophia Bush and one of the guest hosts of the Daily Show discussing her stage debut in... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Seven
“Say something please. Have we messed up? Tell me there’s something I could do to make it better. Anything. Anything at all,” he said, wringing his hands together. Finally, my mouth and brain seemed to realise that they weren’t working. Forming the right words was going to be a challenge in itself. Careful not to... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Six
“Alright, awesome!” He said with a massive sigh of relief. His shoulders went down a notch; the tension and anxiety seemed to melt away. “So, is tomorrow at 11a.m. good for you. Can you be ready for then?” “Sure! So, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bright and early. “Hahahahaha,” he guffawed with gusto. “Alright hun,... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Four
The Hug The baking tray was filled and placed in the oven. For a unique kick, crushed smarties were added to the mix. Deciding to take the plunge and ask the question that had been on my mind since we met seemed terrifying. How to slip it casually into conversation had to be handled deftly. ... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Three
The Baking Competition The six a.m wakeup call was definitely not amusing. The only thing that perked me up were the facial expressions of my 2 fave nurses, Eki and Beatrice. Their pleasant grins were like a soothing salve. Chuckling at their identical "call, don't fall" badges, that's pretty much where the similarities ended. Eki... Continue Reading →
Wheelchair Girl 