Decked out in her floral, maroon-coloured Noji Art bou-bou, E.J gave her make-up a final once over. Her signature Ruby Woo/Bridgerton Rouge lip and her faux Cindy Crawford-esque mole were always the perfect accents to her full-face beat. She picked up her Samsung S23 Ultra and took a selfie, as insurance, to make sure it... Continue Reading →
“I just need to get my outdoor wheelchair gloves from the top drawer. I will be with you lickety-split.” E.J. bellowed to Dr Patel, her awesome and amazing carer. Dr Patel had arranged the ramp outside. Since buying the Whill C2, getting out of the house was a tad tedious. E.J. parked the wheelchair at... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
“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 →
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 →
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 →
“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 →
“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 →
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