There’s something almost ironic about how manifestation is being sold today. Soft life. Pinterest boards. Whispered affirmations in beige bedrooms. The idea that if you just think positively enough, life will unfold exactly the way you imagined it. Because if we’re being honest, Black women have been manifesting long before it had a name, an aesthetic, or a marketing strategy. Before it was called “the law of attraction,” it was survival. It was faith. It was speaking life in

Walk through almost any city right now and the colour palette is strangely consistent. Black coats, navy knitwear, cream trousers, grey tailoring. A spectrum of neutral tones that feels less like coincidence and more like a collective agreement. What used to be the safe option in a wardrobe has slowly become the entire wardrobe. It is not just office workers either. Business casual has drifted far beyond office spaces and into everyday life. Coffee shops, trains and weekend b

For some reason I woke up one day and thought, “hm, maybe I should stay in this weekend”, “I’ve been out 2 weeks in a row, am I a fox ?!” This was post-frontal lobe.  But I cannot deny the exhilaration when getting ready to go out with all my homegirls, the music, the gossip, the outfit swaps or how fast we are able to make tiktoks after sending the uber driver a message of “Be right there!” 10 minutes ago.  Recently there has been an unnatural force occupying the minds of th

Recently I saw a TikTok that stopped me mid-scroll. The creator was talking about their future children and the university degrees they simply would not allow them to choose. There would be no debate. Some courses were completely off the table: Creative arts, media, fashion. The comments were full of people agreeing. Some listed the degrees they would ban outright, while others said their parents had done the same to them and that they would do exactly the same with their own

There is something quietly compelling about Afromodernism. Not because it is loud or decorative, but because it refuses a choice that modern design has long insisted upon. For decades, modernism suggested that to look contemporary, spaces and objects had to shed cultural specificity. Ornament disappeared. Surfaces flattened. Materials were purified into glass, steel and concrete. The future, it seemed, was neutral. Emerging in the mid twentieth century as African nations gain

The inspiration to write this piece was primarily because of John Galliano signing a 2 year partnership with Zara. It still makes me giggle seeing those two in one sentence. This is no shade to Zara at all, like yes I adore those racer back tank tops, an essential in everyday wear ! But the concept of the 1990s   Dior  John Galliano, 2024   Maison Margiela  John Galliano working with Zara is so interesting. Recession indicator?  Galliano had some tea, as most may know, after

Imma come clean, if you survived 2025, you’ve already done more than enough. But here we are.  A new year. New pressure. Same body. Slightly worse knees.  Despite everything in your life crumbling with grace, you’ve decided that maybe, just maybe, this is the year you develop a core. Not a six-pack. Just… A core. Something that lets you sit up without holding onto furniture. You don’t want a fitness transformation. You want a personality shift.  You want to become someone who

There’s a particular kind of video that keeps appearing on my feed. A girl sits in front of the camera doing her makeup. Maybe she’s curling her lashes, blending her concealer, or lining her lips. The lighting is soft, the outfit is cute, the background looks like a Pinterest board. And while she’s getting ready, she’s talking about something that feels… unexpectedly serious. Capitalism. Diaspora identity. Feminism. Race. Media literacy. The politics of beauty itself. It’s no

There’s a particular kind of message that dominates the wellness world right now. It tells you that if you meditate enough, journal enough, affirm enough, glow enough, you’ll transcend the need for other people. That self‑love is the final destination. That wholeness is a solo project. But the truth is simpler and far less marketable. You can love yourself deeply and still ache for romance. You can be grounded, healed, moisturised, therapised, and still crave friendship that

Everybody wants a piece of you, your time, your energy, your attention.  They’ll frame it as love, loyalty, or “just one quick favor,” but really, it’s access.  The thing about access is, once people get used to it, they stop appreciating it. That’s why you gotta take care of you first.  Before the calls. Before the texts. Before the fake “check-ins” that lead to a request.  Protect your energy like it’s currency, because it is. If you keep spending it on people who never pla

Lovers rock is one of those genres I find myself slipping into on warm days without even thinking about it. The kind of music that makes you move a little slower, breathe a little deeper, and remember softness in a world that doesn’t always offer it freely. It’s tender without being sentimental, romantic without being naïve, and rooted in a very specific Black British story that still feels alive today. Where the sound came from  Lovers rock was born in mid‑1970s London, shap

At some point, you gotta admit: the arguments about money aren’t about money.  They’re about the pressure of pretending you’re okay when you’re not. The quiet resentment from always having to split the bill, or cover someone, or say “no” without saying, “I don’t have it.”  The thing about money is, if you don’t tell it where to go, it’ll show you where it went. Most of us are watching it disappear into a mess of overpriced WiFi, sneaky subscriptions, and Uber Eats regrets. We

Think back to the first time someone told you that school was all about “getting ready for the job market.” Maybe a teacher said it. Maybe a parent did. Maybe it was just something you absorbed without ever questioning it. You were probably too young to notice what that message really meant: that your value was already being framed in economic terms, like a product being prepared for sale. Before you were old enough to vote, the world had already decided you were a consumer.

Look, I know we clown folks for LARPing lifestyles they ain’t really living, but let’s be honest.  Sometimes pretending is the first step to becoming.  Most success stories start with somebody deciding to act bigger than their reality. You might not feel confident yet, but you put the outfit on anyway. You don’t love your body, but you hit the gym like you do. You say “I’m good” so much, your nervous system starts to believe it. That’s the rehearsal for the actual performance

The line has been sitting with me for days: I feel, therefore I’m free.  I came across it while rereading Audre Lorde, and it struck me not as a poetic flourish but as a kind of instruction. A reminder that feeling is not a distraction from life but one of the few reliable ways of understanding it. And the more I thought about it, the more it became clear that the freedom she gestures toward isn’t abstract. It’s psychological, relational, and deeply social. What it means to f

Some people don’t need to be cut off. They just need to be clocked out. You don’t hate them. You’re not bitter. You’re not even hurt anymore.  But you are  finally clear: not everybody deserves front-row seats to your evolution.  Some folks need to be moved to the balcony.. or better yet, the lobby. With love, of course. Friendship isn’t a pointless title, it’s access. It’s emotional bandwidth. It’s time, trust, and shared terrain.  If someone’s constantly dropping the ball,

Every February, the world collectively decides it’s time to “celebrate love.” Shops explode with red hearts, chocolate adverts whisper promises of connection, and social media becomes a curated hall of coupledom. But for someone who’s lived across continents, Valentine’s Day has always felt a little… complicated. I grew up splitting my life between France, Switzerland, Cameroon, and now the UK. I speak four languages (mostly well, sometimes poorly), and my idea of “home” is b

When someone wastes your time, they’re not just being annoying or flaky, they’re stealing from you.  Not dramatically, not all at once. But slowly. In small, consistent withdrawals. The phone call that drains your energy. The situationship that’s not going anywhere. The conversations that leave you feeling smaller.  They chip away at your focus, your momentum, your peace. You let it rock because you don’t want to seem rude. Because “it’s not that deep.”  Because you’ve convin

Everything Looks Perfect Now, But We've Never Been More Bored We live in the most curated era in human history. Every photo can be filtered, every flaw erased, every angle optimised before it reaches another person's eyes. Our feeds are endless streams of perfect lighting, perfect skin, perfect rooms with perfect plants in perfect corners. We have more control over our aesthetic presentation than any generation before us. And yet, paradoxically, we've never been more bored. T

Do you have sunshine on a cloudy day? You want to tell someone I’m “ Saving All My Love for You ”. Or perhaps, you’re simply “ Over it ”. But, not over some “ Sexual Healing ”. I don’t blame you if you “ Can’t Help Falling in Love ”. I’ll stop… The intensity of love or lack thereof, is often hard to put into words and as proved by many, it’s easier to put it in a song. Since the dawn of time, L.O.V.E  has been the creator of the best songs ever made. Like, really think about