Authenticity and purpose
During my post-workout stretches, I like to reflect and on this day, I remembered a novel I had read as a teen in high school. The novel is the 1891 published ‘Tess of the d’Urbervilles’. Years after high school, I re-read that novel to the point it ripped in so many places from wear. The … Continue reading Musings in the gym
I recently had PRK (photorefractive keratectomy) – a form of laser eye surgery to correct 24 years of myopia and glasses dependence. It has been 7 weeks since the surgery and I am finally getting to a point where I can see things a little clearly. I will share my surgery experience soon. One thing … Continue reading I couldn’t ignore life
TTC: An acronym I have become familiar with quite well. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, TTC means ‘trying to conceive’. As a little girl, I had a picture of my future adult self. I saw myself dressed in a beautiful Ankara blouse and skirt, with a scarf loosely tied around my natural … Continue reading Weary TTC Chic
A lot of woes can be lain at the feet of 2020 and rightfully so. However, as tragic as the year has been in many ways, 2020 taught (hopefully) each of us life changing lessons. Lessons of gratitude, of contentment, of vision, and of faith. 2020 made crystal clear the importance of family and friends … Continue reading 2020: Not so bad
It's cold but not too cold. It's wet outside and very much so. The rain continually pours and the clouds get darker and I remain seated, alone on my sofa, reminiscing on the summer days: pre-COVID, pre-marriage and pre-real life adult struggles. Summer days when I could travel and excitedly relish counting the stamps in … Continue reading Musings on a rainy Vancouver day
24. That's the number of years I have been dependent on prescription glasses and contacts. With a rigorous fit life and the use of face masks in public spaces, glasses have become more restrictive. For the longest time, I have considered elective eye correction and I proceeded to book a free consultation with one of … Continue reading Just another day in Vancouver
It was the year 2003. The 14 year old me waited impatiently to hear the closing bell and head to Mr. Biggs, a then-famous-Nigerian restaurant, with my friend to buy what had become our favourite pastry. At the sound of the bell, we began the 12 minutes trek from our school to Mr. Biggs. As … Continue reading Always so close
