All posts tagged: London

Story: Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part II

Sometimes, I Tie Gélé is a story about identity, insecurities and the need to belong. We follow Sophie “Soso” Badmus on her personal quest to make sense of these things. All scriptures mentioned in this post were taken from the New Living Translation unless indicated otherwise. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – The Prelude” HERE. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part One” HERE. Psalm 63 verse 1 to 5 A psalm of David, regarding a time when David was in the wilderness of Judah. O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory. Your unfailing love is better than life itself; how I praise you! I will praise you as long as I live, lifting up my hands to you in prayer. You satisfy me more than the richest feast. I will praise you with songs of joy. …

Story: Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part I

Sometimes, I Tie Gélé is a story about identity, insecurities and the need to belong. We follow Sophie “Soso” Badmus on her personal quest to make sense of these things. All scriptures mentioned in this post were taken from the New Living Translation unless indicated otherwise. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – The Prelude” HERE. Ecclesiastes 3 verse 1-8 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear …

Story: Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – The Prelude

Sometimes, I Tie Gélé is a story about identity, insecurities and the need to belong. We follow Sophie “Soso” Badmus on her personal quest to make sense of these things. This Prelude is the beginning of Sophie. The Prelude – Ella’s Entry Wednesday 1 February 1995 It‘s my birthday! I’m twenty-two today and I’ve decided that it’s time I acquire the skills of a mature and established person. I can only assume that such people keep journals, and for this reason I have gifted myself a Son of Smyth custom yellow leather diary and the matching eighteen carat gold-plated fountain pen. Of course the new sales assistant, Sally, didn’t know who I was and couldn’t comprehend how a fabulous young lady like myself could afford such luxury. Rather than get her in trouble with Mr. Smyth Jr., I informed her myself. “Sally is it? Sally, hmm, seems applicable. I require no introduction on most days, but it’s clear that today isn’t like most days, I am Ella Louise Watson, the daughter of James Charles and Millicent Agnes …

Event: #AdzvicePush

Taken from their website: “#AdzvicePush is the first in a series of events created to encourage personal and business development. Guest speakers, 1-2-1 sessions and interactive workshops will contribute to a highly anticipated experience.” Date: 29 July 2017 Time: 13:30pm-18:00pm Venue: The Exhibit, 12 Balham Station Rd, SW12 9SG London Tickets available via adzvice.com/events – early bird tickets have already sold out. The line up of speakers are worth listening to and meeting with. If you or someone you know will benefit from this event then make sure you get your tickets!! Check out the event overview here.* It’s good to support good work and those working on encouraging and helping others. Do attend and experience awesomeness of networking and learning from your peers. Signed @OlayideM *Sign up to Adzvice.com and find out how you can save money on your ticket. SaveSave SaveSave

Life: No New Friends

I closed my Bible, switched off the light and cried. The fact that Nehemiah’s donkey couldn’t make it up the rubble of the ruined city walls wasn’t what moved me to tears (albeit Biblical), what caused me to cry was indeed the title of a Drake song I’ve never actually heard (my cousin Tumi would be disappointed). It dawned on me that three months after moving to Dubai, I hadn’t made as much social-life progress as I would have liked. You see this move is the most different from the other times I’ve lived abroad, because there had been a time limit and each came with additional people to ‘share’ my experiences with – that’s what we had in common that’s what brought us together so quickly to form the friendships we had. But this time around, I came alone. I found myself wailing crying because in this whole ‘thing’ I miss my family the most. I miss the noise and laughter that comes with having two younger brothers with whom I watch reruns of My …

Story: London Blackfriars ~ Platform 2

Train stories ~ Short fictional stories inspired by real train commuters and I’ve intentionally not given the characters names. If I see you, I just may turn you into a story.  Date: 2nd January 2016 Head down, zipped up in her stylish black leather jacket and with her grey-blonde pixie cut hair being blown by the brisk wind, she searched deep into her green plastic bag for her snack. As if searching for gold, she dug deep in her bag bringing out the already packaged salad and a few other items, even from a distance you could tell were expensive. She found the snack, a savoury pastry from the looks of things. It had been a long day for her, but fun nonetheless. Earlier in the day she had lunch with her friends, yes the same friends that had supported her when she found out that her husband had prostate cancer. They had been her support system then and they remained her support system now. Since her husband’s passing this would be the first time the …