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


Going Back to Nigeria After 13 Years

I am more British than I thought I was.

You see, when you have dual citizenship, you exist in this weird limbo of feeling like you don’t really fit in anywhere. Confused? Allow me to explain.

Whenever someone in the UK asks me where I’m from, my automatic response is “Nigeria,” because even though I’ve lived in England for most of my life now, I still don’t feel “properly” British. I always assume that this is what people are getting at when they ask where I’m from, because even though I don’t really have a Nigerian accent anymore, to the majority of them I’m still a foreigner.

However, everytime I’m on holiday abroad and people ask where I’m from, I tell them I’m British, because it’s when I’m away from the UK that I feel like people accept me more as British. And this has been shown to be true, because I rarely get the “But where are you really from?” response when I’m abroad.

I didn’t think this would be the case when I returned to Nigeria though, as I thought that the feeling of total belonging that I don’t have in the UK would be present when I was back in my country of birth. But the Nigeria of my childhood is no more.

So much has changed! On the up side, yay for progress, because things like cinemas and shopping malls weren’t many when I still lived in Lagos, and now they’re everywhere. Technological advances have also brought better phones, laptops, and WiFi access to Nigeria, another yay, but it made me sad to see that some of my favourite food places have waned in popularity because of the likes of Dominoes and KFC, grrrrr.

One thing that hasn’t changed though, is how much money talks in Nigeria. There are still huge disparities between the rich and the poor, and corruption is still a massive problem, as bribery culture is very much a thing. With regards to infrastructure, there is a lot of work that needs to be done, and it would go a lot quicker if government officials didn’t pocket a lot of the money…

I am more British than I thought because after 13 years of living the UK, the patriarchal society that exists in Nigeria is not something I can tolerate anymore. My brother being allowed to get away with more simply because “he’s a boy” is not okay or fair in any way.

I am more British than I thought because being away from the British polite culture and the extra-ness of queuing etiquette made me realise that I’ve been taking it for granted.

I am also more British than I thought because no matter how much I tried to show my family that my Yoruba has actually improved since I’ve been in the UK (shout out to grandma for insisting we speak Yoruba to her on the phone), all they did was laugh and tease me when I spoke it- apparently my accent still wasn’t right. Peak.

So where does this leave me? Well I guess I don’t have to be one or the other; I can be both Nigerian AND British, because no matter how far away I am from it, Nigeria will always have a very special place in my heart. It’s a part of me, and living there for the majority of my formative years has played a massive part in who I am today.











Finally, TFC, I love you; I promise it won’t take another 13 years till we’re reunited ❤