Let the people dance For as long as I can remember I have loved to dance. Not in any formal way but that feeling you get from dancing your heart out at the front of a rave is part of me. A feeling of freedom, living from moment to moment, held by the music…

Being a person of dual-heritage and so-called ‘mixed-race’ is a complex position to inhabit. My mother is English and my father is Nigerian — I tell people in this order because I sense that what they really want to know is why I’m brown and my hair is kinky —…

Wandering around the park enjoying snippets of conversation in between yelling at the twins, hurtling on scooters at top speed. My friend’s brave-little-one follows suit, standing upfront of his own set of wheels, grinning and laughing without reserve, showing off daredevil stunts way past his tender age. Watching children play…

Can quiet stand beside the noise? Does an in-breath always follow out? In my attempts to find calm in this current crisis, it seems I had disconnected. It’s as if my emotional capacity had run out of bandwidth. It wasn’t anger or rage that hit me this time, but grief and despair, right in the centre of my chest. Glimpsing the fury…

It’s 6.45 am. My alarm goes off and I roll over, lean out of bed and swipe my finger across the surface of my phone to dismiss the high pitched instruction to rejoin the world, awake. Beyond the covers I have become entangled in throughout the night, this is my…

Like many people, I am currently thinking about human connection. About what ‘together’ really means, and how to make more of what we have. Time means something new, I have both much less and a lot more. But the quality is different. With small beings swinging from my elbows from…