Tag: Anecdotes

  • Books & Me

    I cannot stress this enough: books never appealed to me. To sit down somewhere, open up a book and read it seemed the most boring activity on Planet Earth. I would rather spend my time in front of a screen binging on Netflix, playing video games or watching YouTube - staring aimlessly at backlit pixels for what would turn out to be forever. Maybe it’s the fault of James Joyce, William Golding or Carol Ann Duffy - the authors of certain books/poems we had to read at school - but books and reading in general, has never interested me. It...

  • Riding Home for Christmas

    It was set to be the busiest day of travel in the UK for the whole year. Friday 22nd December 2017: the Friday before Christmas. An onslaught of regular commuters and seasonal travellers would collide on trains, motorways and even in the street. The media dubbed it as Frantic Friday. The Friday was indeed, frantic. Exploding lorries, planes coming off runways, overcrowded trains. Of course, amongst this, existed the usual rail disruption, with the usual excuses: ‘Sick/absent crew.’ ‘Train derailment somewhere or other.’ ‘The wrong type of grass growing on the tracks.’ ‘Hooded youths (hoodlums, wrongans).’...

  • Rewritten

    Okay, better start draft number three. Those are words I did not want to think. I did not want to consider the shambles that is otherwise called ‘draft two’. I did not want to entertain the possibility that I had failed as a writer. Alas, I did think those words, I did consider the shambles and I have failed. The shambles that is otherwise called ‘my book’ has reached it’s dramatic incompletion for the second time running. But, with good reason. It just doesn’t feel… right. I had similar problems with draft one. That attempt just felt… ugh. But now...

  • Black Hair

    Let’s get this straight. It’s not magical, it’s not uncommon and it definitely doesn’t warrant wondering hands. Black people hair is no more spectacular (or afro-tastic) than <insert colour> people hair. Throughout school however, this was not the case. Of course in college and university the excitement died down, but in primary and secondary (where black people were in short supply) my hair attracted a lot of attention. I would see them coming from a mile away. Kids, bolting down the playground with beady eyes and gnashing teeth - some even foaming at the mouth, like a rabid animal. They...

  • The Girl on the Bus

    The girl on the bus was inquisitive. She was not the girl pictured, but she embodied the reality of the girl pictured: she was a girl, sat on a bus. Sat on the seat directly in front of me, actually. As soon as she had placed herself there, I sensed she’d done so with a purpose. She started by asking, “What’s in the bag?” Or something like that; I can’t really remember. The bag she was referring to however was my overly-large Argos carrier bag filled with new pillows for my bed. “Oh, just pillows,” I replied. “Wow, it’s...

  • Eternal Summer

    This eternal summer is finally nearing its end. The days of long, oppressive heat are finding their conclusion. Obviously I’m using metaphors. I count four days of hot weather here in the UK, which is six more than average. “Mate, it’s October. Summer finished ages ago.” Let me explain. My summer started all the way back in June. Once my last exam for my final year at university had been completed, I was free. Free to enjoy an indefinite amount of freedom. There weren’t any more lectures, exams, or projects to go back to. After four years of...

  • Kindling

    I’m in Year 11. It’s a winter evening. My English teacher has set my class some homework to write something. Because it’s 2011, I’ve got a pen in my hand and a notepad on my desk at home – not an iPad. I begin to write something. Immediately, something feels different about this one. For starters, it’s actually good, by my standards at least. I’m writing like I’ve never written before. Every word is carefully chosen. Nothing gets rushed. I read it back and discover a talent I’ve never properly given the chance to exercise before. Internally, I know it’s...

  • Dad

    Dad has already warned me about posting sensitive, personal material on this blog (hence why I didn’t put his picture as the featured image for this post), so I will keep this as vague and brief as my creativity allows. Today is a significant day for my father and it just so happens on the same day last year we celebrated the same significance and the year before that and the year before that, as well as every August 15th for the past 61 years. With each passing year his wisdom becomes more relevant as we both grow older. I see...

  • The Set-up

    This blog has been a long time coming in ways you don’t even understand. Let me walk you through how it came to be. Before I do that, know this. WordPress is going to be mentioned in three different contexts here, as follows: WP1 – free, WordPress.com site WP2 – self-hosted WordPress.org site WP3 – paid for, WordPress.com site with custom domain If you want to know the differences, you can read this article. Okay, now we can begin. Back in Summer 2014, a young, bored boy logged onto tumblr.com and set up his first official blog. That boy was me....

  • Doing a Degree

    It used to be the case that you would be expected to go to primary school, then secondary school, after that do a few A-Levels at college before culminating your education with a degree at some university. Not all of that was compulsory to get a well paying job, but it was the path that a lot of people chose to take. Nowadays, so many other avenues exist. You can get an apprenticeship, become an intern or start your own online business. Everyone can do something. I’m a traditionalist. I chose the culminate your education with a degree at some...

  • Snowdonia, Wales

    Everything and everywhere seems to have a definable stereotype these days. For white girls, it’s Starbucks; for us black guys it’s chicken; for Essex, (my hometown) it’s fake tan and loose morals. Wales, has sheep. Sometimes, it’s so easy to take a stereotype that’s been repeated time after time and acknowledge that as being the absolute truth. When growing up, I assumed Wales was nothing but sheep with some fields thrown in. I didn’t have much else to go on other than Aled Jones. If anything he validated the sheep theory even more. Consumed, such were my thoughts with...

  • Tears

    Something you’ll very rarely catch me doing is cry. It’s one of my least favourite things to do. More specifically, crying because I’m sad is one of my least favourite things to do. I know this is nothing new to you. Even though we probably don’t know each other, we can safely assume that no one in the world actually enjoys crying. But for me shedding tears is a pretty big deal. The reason is my name. (Your spell checker is about to have a heart attack.) Ayotunde (i-yo-tuhn-day) Classic Nigerian (Yoruba) name there. I am so glad my parents...

  • The Word

    On Tuesday February 14th 2017 it felt like my year had finally started for real. After many days wasted spent ‘wanting more from God but never actually doing anything about it’ I decided to read the Bible. Not the whole thing, obviously. But I decided to commit to reading the entire Bible within a year. It’s not an easy feat, as I am familiar with already. Previous attempts to do the same thing have failed. In fact, I don’t even think I’ve read the entire Bible cover-to-cover. It’s not a requirement to get into Heaven. In the bits I have...

  • Pepperoni Pizza, Flying Mops & Blocked Toilets

    Expect the unexpected. I wish someone told me to do this when I moved into my house for my final year of university back in October. Nothing seems to be as conventional as I would like it to be. For starters, we have four individuals living in the house including myself; three of which are students, the other one being a 56-year-old man. He’s not the landlord, he’s just a tenant. At first I’ll be honest, I was unsure as to how this situation would work out. The first time we met, he showed me round the house and talked...

  • Taking the Milk

    Tunde’s Log: Thursday 2nd February – 10:27am It has come to my attention that the worst thing anyone can do on this planet is state their own perfectly entitled opinion or steal milk that does not belong to them. Yesterday, our Residential Milk Thief struck again. Luckily, I was not the victim. The poor soul who had their semi-skimmed delight depleted was Brian (names are changed for legal reasons). After coming back from a day out, Brian returned home wanting to enjoy a fresh, warm, soothing cup of tea. He would be denied this pleasure. He proceeded to open his...

  • D.I.Y

    So we recently bought a new TV. I won’t bore you with all the details, but I will say one thing. It was big enough to require a new stand. Our old TV was broken, old and small. This new TV is shiny, curved and big. It deserves to stand on something grand. So grand was what we searched for on Amazon. And a couple of days later, grand was delivered in two very heavy, large boxes. Our living room happens to be on the upper floor of our house. Dad said, “Don’t carry the boxes upstairs. They are very...

  • Sound The Alarm

    Myself and burglar alarms have never really got on. For those thinking, ‘well that’s because you’re black, stupid!’ you can leave now. It’s more because, we’ve never really had to get on. For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived in reasonably safe surroundings. I’ll admit those safe surroundings haven’t been completely without danger, but no situation comes to mind where a burglar alarm would’ve proved beneficial. And that continues to be the case today. In fact what those alarms have proven to be, is evidence of my stupidity/prominent forgetfulness. Let’s start with the latter. Recently, I moved to a new area where...

  • Speak

    I had an English teacher who would always suggest when we’ve finished writing stuff, we read it again to ourselves out loud. The aim was to pick up on mistakes we might not have noticed otherwise. Revolutionary. But what if we don’t like the sound of our own voice? That’s always been slightly true for me. I think I sound like a geek. Although on reflection, I think I just don’t use my voice enough. So when I do speak, it’s not the husky and sexy vocal vibrations I imagine myself with, it’s a thing which etches it’s way out of my mouth....

  • Fifty Shades of Biscuit

    It’s been about a year since I left them. As I think back on those wild, crazy evenings turned into mornings with my packets of McVitie’s milk & dark chocolate digestive biscuits – even if I didn’t want to – I see it was the wise decision to end things. It was an obsession. When I was with them, it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced; when I was away, I could feel holes in my heart (20 to be exact). Oh how I long for your sweet, cocoa taste, my biscuit. I would return home and there on my shelf,...

  • No Connection

    It was on Saturday July 4th that I was thrown into a cruel, unforgiving world. A dark, bleak and lowly abyss of offline content. With no Facebook to stalk people, no YouTube to watch people and no FaceTime to call people, my laptop had never felt like such a burden. As I looked at my phone I thought, sure I could call or text someone, but I didn’t want to be that guy. Looking back at my laptop I think, ‘What do you mean you can’t connect to the internet you piece of…’ I tell it some awful things, things I know aren’t true...

  • Housemates

    There it goes again. I’ve just made one of my favourite meals, spaghetti bolognese. It’s the end of a long day at uni and now I’ve come home, ready to eat some good food. I would eat it in the kitchen but no one is there, so I innocently go to my room to watch stuff on my laptop. And there it is. Plop plop plop. Someone has decided that to be the perfect moment to enter the toilet and take a massive poo. What have they been eating? I ask myself, as I hear their grunts and plops over my now...

  • One of life’s greatest challenges is…

    Using a shower that you haven’t used before. Whether it belongs to your best friend, a partner or a family member, the terror is simply inevitable. Once you’re in there, naked, that’s it. For whatever reason, it seems like the worst thing you could do is step back into the world you used to find so simple. With all those knobs, levers, taps, plugs and shower heads staring at you, it becomes apparent that nothing is simple anymore. But something within encourages you to reach out and twist, touch or pull anything. Nothing happens. Perhaps a curse word, a sigh or...