This is a recipe I concocted with while experimenting with curries and stews. I wanted a stew that didn’t take too long to cook, but that still had all the flavours of a hearty and comforting curry with a Caribbean (see ‘Colombo de poulet’ – French Antilles) and Asian fusion (see traditional Chicken curry). If that’s the kind of flavours you’re after, try this recipe and let me know what you think. Continue reading
Sometimes it just hits me that I may actually come across as that stagnant, unambitious and complacent friend our parents used to warn us about. Or the only person in the room who’d gladly turn down a promotion to prioritize my family and work/life balance. I may even be (in fact I know I am) that one friend who’ll encourage you to first consider your own happiness and well-being before taking any opportunity to move up the career ladder, even if your salary was tripled.
This amazing jumpsuit from H&M. I would actually find a way to style it in every season.
“There’s no “opt out” button. We’re responsible for three small human beings til they reach the age where they can start making life decisions for themselves, pay their own bills, have kids of their own… And even beyond that, I’ll still feel a sense of responsibility towards them. We can’t just switch this parenting thing off whenever we feel like it; it doesn’t just go away whenever you need a break; we have to deal with it, even on our worst days… and the journey has only just begun. Can you believe it?”
These are the types of words that come out of my mouth during conversations with my husband whenever the reality of our lives just hits me.
You read that right. My home office makeover cost me a grand total of… £0.00. How? By utilizing what I already had at home. I recycled and re-purposed objects to make this little co-working space in my home look brand new. And I really think anyone can do this, all you need is a little bit of creativity.
Before I go any further, let me just say I’m actually really embarrassed to show you the “before” photo.
There’s something really depressing about reaching your 30’s and realising you only have about four out of the twenty or so (amazing) friends you had a decade ago. And as much as I believe in quality over quantity, as much as I understand seasons and people – millennials especially – navigating life as best as they can and friendships sometimes dying in the process, to me this is still a difficult thing to come to terms with. My generation loves to perpetuate the idea of “No new friends” yet we’re also the first generation to have mastered the art of making friends on social media.
Some time ago I wrote about an upcoming equestrian short film by Sybil H. Mair, called The Adventures of Selika, starring Karidja Toure as the lead role. At the time, filming had only just begun and was still in its early stages. As a lover of all things equestrian I was particularly excited to see a young black écuyère brought to the forefront in such an artistic way, and a story around her life being reimagined and told through film. Sadly I was unable to honour my invitation the London film premiere but I’ve now had the pleasure of watching the film, and it’s now also available for you all to purchase. Continue reading
I’ve been blogging for many years, and when an idea for a post like this one comes to mind, I always feel conflicted about how much I really need to share, what I should say, how I should phrase it, who it will appeal to and for what purpose… If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know that with any topic I write about, I choose my words very carefully. I’m always overly conscious of the fact that my blog is accessible to people I wouldn’t necessarily choose to have such open conversations with in every day life – my younger brothers, my parents, to name a few. I’m also aware through my analytics that my posts are being read and shared by people on every continent, and therefore as much as I enjoy sharing aspects of my life on what I consider to be my very own ‘safe space’, this medium is paradoxically everything but safe.
To be unsuccessful in achieving one’s goal.
To neglect to do something.
A mark which is not high enough to pass an examination or test.
A mistake, failure, or instance of poor performance.
As we approach the end of 2018, instead of the obligatory annual end of year post about everything I’ve achieved and what my plans are for the year ahead, I thought I’d do something a little bit different and come face to face with my failures.
I’ve been making a few changes to my home, every room has had something added or replaced – from cushion covers to new wall art… I’m trying to make our living space as beautiful as I possibly can, in a non expensive way. Here is a quick update on my living room, nothing major, just a few new touches. I tried to link as many items as possible.
I was on Instagram the other day and came across a post that stood out to me, not just for the message it conveyed, but for the way the words made me feel and the memories they brought back. The post (pictured below) contained a tweet from a lady I had never heard of before, a cultural critic and editor, Harvard graduate and feminist, by the name of Kimberly Nicole Foster.