Today marks the seventh year Jomo has been gone. It still feels so strange to type that… it still feels as though a part of myself has gone...
Category - Moments
A gathering of pieces, a mosaic of my life.
Making this ‘arrangement’ brought back memories of being a girl and being sent to the yard with clippers to cut flowers for my grandmother. My mother...
Growing up in Barbados I struggled to understand the incestuous and twisted roots of its society, and the facility with which people hide their dirty...
Detailing the illegal and immoral actions of my mother’s brother and Faith & Love Senior Home in Clermont, Barbados.
Mami: Dayo, when you see me in conflict, what do you see me do? Dayo (immediately): You never debase yourself. Mami: And? Dayo: You never compromise...
When my mother physically attacked me in 2011, one week before my 37th birthday, the trigger was me calling her a hypocrite. Funny how malignant...
