The Magic of Gris-Gris.
They call you wild – and when I first laid my eyes upon you, I was awestruck. Your energy was something else altogether. I imagined falling free off the edge of your cliff and into the thrashing water below; imagining how I would become entangled in your waves;...
Some Days I Just Miss Home.
Some days it’s just like this. Some days I just wake up missing home. Missing Manchester. Missing England. Wishing I could be there, have a home there. But it’s just not as easy as that. I made a choice and I’m here. But I miss my city. I miss my country....
The Cyclone is Coming.
I can hear the raindrops – sometimes calm, sometimes quiet, and then suddenly loud and strong as if to remind you to not forget that she’s on her way. The candles are ready, lined up on the sideboard as if they know an important job is awaiting them – just like the...
My First Year in Mauritius
Taking the decision to leave all I had ever known and move countries was one of the biggest decisions I have ever had to make.
My Mauritian Adventure
This week I return to England – or the homeland, as I like to call it. It is a feeling so very bittersweet; excitement yet heavy-heartedness, both at the same time. On one hand I will be reunited with all of my family, especially my mum, who I haven’t seen in the last...
