100DaysofBeing
Writing for a 100 consecutive days, first in 2026. No rhyme or reason, just stuff and thoughts that bubble to the fore.
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7. Re: Re: Who Knows That You Blog
The question, “Who knows that you blog”?, posed most recently on the Forking Mad+ blog and responded to by others, popped up several times on my micro.blog and a few other places, prompting me to reflect on it. Writing online as I have since 2007, my interest in publicising my blog has waxed and waned… Continue reading
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6.Pula
It seems like a trick of time: I have hardly blinked, but yet my few weeks of traipsing around Pula in spring are all of eight years ago. What I remember of it is the slow leisurely pace of life with visits to the usual tourist spots and then going off exploring by ourselves on… Continue reading
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5. Small chops
The train home for me passes through Feltham, home to perhaps one of the more visible Nigerian food spots in Surrey. Today on a whim, I opted for a pit stop, aiming to satisfy my cravings for some hot spicy food. Tucking in when I finally made it home, I felt transported to one of… Continue reading
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4. Music & Me: On Life in a Song
The Poets & Writers prompt, Music and Me had me thinking about how many of my memories of growing up are inextricably linked to music. One example which has stayed with me for a long time relates to the Mariah Carey / Whitney Houston duet When You Believe. Growing up as I did in a… Continue reading
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3. Cab Conversations in Two Acts
Photo by Viktor Avdeev on Unsplash — Twice over the past two weeks, I had the pain pleasure of needing a taxi early in the morning. To blame was a combination of a super -early start and return to office mandates with the usual options not being feasible for different reasons. In Uber’s hands then… Continue reading
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1 . Of Rituals and Of Rest
For the Grateful Living poem/prompt of the month: Tea — I am finding that life with two little children can come at you fast; a constant battle for space, attention and clarity of thought. On any given day it is a struggle to prevent the almost five year old from plunging headfirst down the stairs… Continue reading
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