All posts tagged: Peckham

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 …

Story: Peckham Rye ~ Platform 3

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: 29th December 2015 Pecks (no pun intended) and muscles at 90° poking out of his seemingly tight coat, but he didn’t care – for him it was about swag. Back in June she had said he didn’t have any. Black beenie hat protecting his head from the welcoming South London December breeze, he checked his messages, none from her. He scrolled down his Instagram feed. She just posted a selfie, location Lekki, Lagos, Nigeria – her usual Christmas trip. She always knew how to have fun. Missing her, he sighed while holding back his brown thumb from double tapping her selfie. Such approval in the shape of a heart would have meant much more than just a like and he didn’t want to appear stalkerish. A long day’s work was written across his face and at the age of 31 the wrinkles by his …