“Do NOT Touch My Hair”// The Natural Hair debacle…

It’s 2015, and we’re still taking the self love and appreciation thing seriously. We’re still obsessing (rightfully so, I must add) over our God given curls. I’m loving the natural revolution and influx of Afro appreciation within the black community, because it took us such a long while to get here.  Sidebar: I feel I […]

Childhood Memories// Nigerian Hairdressers…

Childhood memories. Scalp tingling from sulfur 8. Market hair dresser asking Iya Sule or Mummy Tomi selling plastics and rubber slippers next door to please save her a plate of rice, whilst parting my hair with the sharpest cutting comb you ever did see. “Darleen, keep your head still or your hair will not be fine”. […]

The Mini Series// ‘What had happened was’….

I never thought I’d get here. Not because I floated on clouds and walked with God perpetually (maybe if I read my Bible more or prayed more, I wouldn’t  be engaging in this err… hmm… Is there a ‘saved’ way of explaining sex? ‘Engaging in a torrid, sensual tangle’ sounds wayyyy Mills & Boon,grrr…), but because […]

“This was more than a hiatus!” // South Africa ’14

Aloha! Bonjour! Hello! I guess Sawubona! ( the Zulu word for ‘hello’) would be far more appropriate than all the former, seeing as I was far far away in the land of warriors and a culture so rich I could do nothing else but marvel – This dialogue will go on for ages without me actually telling […]

The Mini Series// “Totally Screwed”…

And just like that, once again, I feel like a fluke. Like a total hypocrite. Failure. The worst sinner in the world. Okay maybe not the WHOLE world, because although we learnt ages ago in Sunday School that there were no such things as small and big sins, murdering and torturing a baby must belong […]

The Short Story// Working Girl…

*Beeeeeeeep* Seven thirty am. That’s the alarm going off. I wake up – no – not really, just well enough to hit the snooze button. *Beeeeep!!!* Crap. Seven thirty five. This cannot be happening so quickly. Surely five minutes was not that short? Okay. So I wake up momentarily, contemplate waking up now, as it […]

[Phenomenally, Phenomenal]// I too, am running from modesty…

Yes, I have. When I look at an old photo or a clip from my calypso days, I think it’s amazing what I have done. And I know it’s not my doing, so I don’t have to be modest about it. Modesty is a learned affectation. It’s no good. Humility is great, because humility says, “There was […]