PARENTING 101; THE ONE IN MY BELLY

One of my earliest most persistent detail from my childhood that may have scarred me for too long is growing up and being reminded everyday how skinny I was. And while it is arguable that most of it was never actually done with malicious intent, it did affect my psyche at school and at play….

THE ONE IN MY BELLY; ON OXFORD STREET

When a friend asked me one day, if I could sense what my child will be like, if I was prepared to raise an unknown, I sighed. We were both pregnant, I was almost due, tired and sitting on a ledge at a bus stop on Oxford street, watching the mammoth crowd of tourists and…

FOR OLUWADOLABOMI OLUWAKIMILAYA aka KIMya

When I read this letter that my friend Tosin Gbela wrote to his daughter on her third birthday yesterday, I was proud, and moved and touched, and impressed, and grateful. So I asked him permission to share on here. It was particularly lovely and refreshing to see because mothers are naturally the ones that get…