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 →
Lagos is a vibrant cornucopia of colourful individuals. It’s a vibrant place, full of life and traffic-clogged streets. Cars race by, the markets are filled with a symphony of different dialects, the skyscrapers have stood the test of time and the hawkers on the road sell everything from oranges to paintings. However, there is a... Continue Reading →
Towards the tail end of last year, I got a diagnosis that made me think to myself, "Maybe I am indeed up a creek without a paddle." This time, maybe this time, luck would not be on my side. Worry set in, worst case scenarios raced through my mind at alarming speeds. My inimitable surgeon... Continue Reading →
Wheelchair Girl 