13.First Generation

Sometimes society seems to overlook the intricacies and difficulties children of immigrants experience. I don't mean the Channel 4 documentaries or the debates surrounding immigration in the West. I mean the real life day to day thoughts and experiences people like me have. Grappling with culture and identity on a daily basis. Sadly I don't... Continue Reading →


11. Feminism- An African View?

...The origins of feminism from a western perspective have become the overarching narrative, often African women have been left out of the conversation. Or forced to accept western notions of feminism.

10.This Instalment- Politics here and now

I am an outsider looking in. I am a British-Ghanaian Woman and for this reason, I carry my own biases, however when I consider the political landscape in Britain and the United States I can't help but ponder on the significance of this moment in history...

Today marks a year since I signed up to WordPress and began planning and writing future blog posts.How crazy that I've been blogging for a year! It hasn't been easy but I'm extremely proud of myself, for actually attempting to come out of my shell😂 and for expressing myself more, which doesn't always come easily... Continue Reading →

8. Cultural Christianity

I think of Christianity as a lifestyle, Permeating through every area of my life and influencing my choices and decisions. For me this is about my personal journey and relationship through life with GodMy parents made it very clear to me that this isn't something they were forcing on my siblings and myself. I believe because this was made clear within my household, my siblings and I have always been free to ask questions...

7. Half Grown- The journey to adulthood

You question what it means to be a young person growing up in today's society. Adolescence has become more than physical development but also the formation of identity. This happens through the things you know, understand and view about the world. Like an infant for the first time through your own eyes.        


    Reading people's comments on twitter about whether Johanna Konta should be considered British set me thinking about how I as the daughter of immigrants feel as someone who is torn between two countries. Questioning what it means to be British.  Am I British Ghanaian or am I just British? Well I would say... Continue Reading →

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