Turning 23 and Feeling… Meh

I turned 23 on the 14th of June, and seeing how that was nearly a month ago, you can probably guess that I wasn’t as excited for my birthday this year.

Now anyone who knows me well will probably be thinking, “Whaaaaat??”, because Tai and Kenny Day has been a big deal for as long as I can remember. Maybe it was because of how annoyed I got last year, and the fact that I got so upset that I actually cried, which has never happened before, or maybe even because 23 is such an odd, meh age, but I decided that Tai and Kenny Day this year would be a lowkey affair.

Luckily I had the afternoon off from placement, so I was able to meet The Keen One a.k.a. Kenny in London. We have never spent a birthday apart, so ofcourse this year was no different. I had the absolute joy of meeting her work pals, who threw us a surprise parTAY on their office rooftop, so cute! There were party hats and cake and champagne and it was all pretty great.

Birthday lol


Rooftop pals

The celebrations didn’t end there – Ken booked us a private dining experience at a Thai restaurant in the city, so that was super yummy. It was also really nice to catch up with her uni friends, as it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen a lot of them. Starbucks Gal and Rosie the Chicken were there too, but special mention has to go to Mahan, Shak and Lorraine for coming all the way to London for the evening. I was so so touched when they said they were up for coming, because I’d resigned myself to the fact that a lot of my friends would be too stressed with revision to celebrate with me. Understandable, yes, but it still made me quite sad that most of them said no, so it meant so much to me that they were there.


So, who is 23 year old Tai? That is a good question.

The fact that all some people is the super organised, very particular-about-things side of me is sad because I think there is so much more to me than that. Well, I really hope so anyway.

So I guess 23 year old Tai is still figuring things out, and my biggest challenge at the moment is giving more of my time to friends who appreciate and would make as much time/effort for me. Because in the wise words of my favourite ginger pal, who I will henceforth refer to as Pippi Longstocking, time is a finite resource, and you shouldn’t try and be something to everyone; don’t spread yourself too thin. Deep stuff.

In other news, today makes it exactly five years since I started this blog, so happy blogaversary to me! Wow, time flies.


That Time I Met Benjamin Zephaniah (And Other Adventures)

As an early birthday present, my Moroccan friend got us tickets to a Benjamin Zephaniah show, and it was amaaaaaaazing! He performed some poems from his vast anthology – highlights for me were Library-Ology and Talking Turkeys, which were quite funny, but The Death of Joy Gardner was the poem that moved me the most, as her story is a very sad one that really got to me. So read up about her when you get a chance, because I definitely learnt a lot from doing so.

He finished with Who’s Who, which was short and to the point, in response to a very brave 9 year old who put his hand to ask Benjamin what his favourite poem he’d written was. Super cute!

It was such a great, unexpected present, and I was so grateful, even though I’m still not very good at knowing what to say when people do nice things for me, but I really appreciated it. I had such a lovely time because daaaaang, Benjamin Zephaniah is WOKE.

Benjamin Zephaniah

In other news, I did Pimp My Barrow for the first time this year, and it was SO MUCH FUN. Pimp My Barrow is my uni’s annual fundraising event for The Big C (a local cancer charity), and it involves fancy dress and a wheelbarrow pub crawl around the city, and pretty much a big parTAY on campus.

I’ve never done it before, so this year I was determined to get involved! The Keen One a.k.a. Kenny came down with Starbucks Girl, and with Samirah and AD (my not-so-little brother), we went for a Black Panther Party theme:


Shout out to AD for pretty much making the wheelbarrow singlehandedly, and he did it in one day too! Such an artist wow. His camera was also the MVP as well haha, portrait mode really is the one!





New Year, Better Ankle

Guess who’s back on two feet again??

I am officially done with the wedged boot and boy does it feel good to have some independence back! I went to the gym for the first time since I ruptured my achilles (which was exactly 12 weeks and 2 days ago), and even though we only did upper body stuff, it felt good to do exercise again.

So what’s next?

I’m still using one crutch for stability when outdoors, because my fear of tripping on an uneven surface and rerupturing is real, but I’ve been slowly building up the distances I can walk.

I can cook with two hands and wear trousers again! Not going to lie, I may have cried a bit when I put on trousers for the first time in over two months…

I am to start physiotherapy in 3 weeks, but until then, slowly getting there! It does frustrate me when people can’t see how far I’ve come, and assume I’m still using a crutch justforlolz; if they could only Google how long achilles recovery takes, they’d stop with their insensitive questions. Sigh.

But on a more positive note, I’M WALKING. And I will never ever take it for granted again.


Season’s Greetings


I’ve been home for a week and it’s been so lovely to be back; I didn’t realise just how much last term’s stress drained me until I got home, but I’ve caught up on sleep and it has been brill. Abs (my mother) has been very fussy over me and my leg, so it’s been nice to be back under her watchful eye, and I’ve enjoyed having home cooked food again.

Reflecting on last term, I’m grateful to God for strength in getting through everything. From lectures to placement to OSCE, none of it would have been possible without help from people that God has put in my life, so I’m really blessed.

Special mention to Samirah for being my rock, to York Girl for pretty much becoming my personal chauffeur, and to Has for just being an all round great guy. In the wise words of Clarence Odbody, “No man is a failure who has friends,” and this has been my reality over the last few months.

From my family to yours, hope you’re having a great Christmas break filled with lots of food and relaxing and laughs! All the best for the new year 🙂


That Time I Saw Hamilton on West End

In this week’s episode of The Perks of Being The Sister of a BNOC*, I got to see Hamilton in its first week at the Victoria Palace Theatre in London!Hamilton

Without a doubt, it is one of the best things I have ever seen. EVER. It was hilarious, it was heartbreaking, the choreography was slick, the harmonies were on point (I had goosebumps numerous times throughout the show), and even though I’ve listened to the original Broadway soundtrack so many times, the West End cast brought something new to the songs, and I enjoyed them even more.

A massive thank you the front of house staff at the theatre for being so nice and accommodating about me being on crutches – I was given help with getting to my seat, as well as assistance during the interval, when I got to use a private access bathroom. So great!

And ofcourse, massive props to The Keen One a.k.a. Kenny for hooking us up with the tickets in the first place. My sister is the best and I am so blessed to have her 🙂 Hamilton2

In other news, it’s my paediatrics OSCE tomorrow, so I will be posting soon about how it went and how much I enjoyed the last two weeks of placement. #prayforTai

(*BNOC = Big Name On Campus)


18 Facts About My 18 Year Old Brother

18 years ago today, my little brother was born, and he took over our position as the cutest in the family. Over the years, we’ve gotten that back, and even though he’s a pain and annoying most of the time, he is still the most loyal, funniest and smartest of us all.

  1. AD was born with two extra fingers, and he still has the little stumps.
  2. AD called the police when he was 5 because Ken and I wouldn’t give him the remote to the TV.
  3. When AD was younger, he was OBSESSED with cereal and toast and he’d eat that all day, EVERY day.
  4. AD can do complex multiplication in his head and most of the time, he’s faster than a calculator.
  5. When AD was younger, we’d pay him to wear our heels and break them in for us.
  6. AD is terrified of pigeons. Home Alone 2 literally makes him sick because of the pigeon lady.
  7. He is the tallest person in our family and somehow he’s still growing.
  8. He is a very devoted Kanye West fan, and can give you detailed rants about why he is the greatest of all time.
  9. AD rarely cries, but he feels very strongly about Maroon 5’s She Will Be Loved.
  10. At a Taylor Swift concert in 2012, AD elbowed many young girls out of the way so he could get a photo with Taylor’s mum.
  11. AD is very big on Snapchat streaks, and he has a friend constantly on standby to log into his account if he can’t make a streak.
  12. AD wants to be referred to as ‘King in the North’ when he moves to Leeds for uni in September.
  13. AD is tone deaf, but his art work is amaaaaaaaazing.
  14. AD’s name isn’t AD. In fact, he has many names that he doesn’t know, but you’re going to have to ask him for the story. It’s quite the tale.
  15. AD was born on a Sunday, and he was (and still is) the cutest baby I have ever seen.
  16.  AD has achieved many things, but he’s very proud of the times that he got retweeted by Macklemore and Desiigner.
  17. Despite his height, AD prefers football to basketball.
  18. AD rarely cries, but he cried when we went to uni, just like Kenny and I will cry when he goes to university next month.

Happy 18th birthday to our original triplet; inside and out you’re better than we are.

AD's 18th