Latest News: Busy like a bee and grateful for paternity leave

Emelie is currently sleeping across my lap on a pillow as I knock through my deadline list. The last few weeks have brought in a record flood of assignments which I’m grateful to God for; especially in this industry known for its famine and feast periods. Been juggling deadlines while attending to a smart infant who has quickly realized what a laptop is and cries whenever mommy tries to boot it up.

Photos from Jokkmokk, Arctic Sweden - Jokkmokk Artisan Jewelry - Photography by Lola Akinmade Åkerström

Supporting other people’s dreams

I remember when I was bidding for a spot to go to the North Pole – a lifelong dream of mine. The amazing show of support from friends, family, and strangers was humbling to say the least. People left notes to commiserate with me on the experience, many wishing they’d done more, which to me was already more than enough.

Notes on racism and trolls coming out to play

I grew up in a place where everyone was black like me. The Igbos had a honey-caramel tint to their blackness, the Hausas had an ashy-matte tone to their blackness, and the Yorubas (my tribe) had a chocolaty feel to their blackness. We were all black. Racism meant nothing to me back then.

The traveler's greatest fear - Photography by Lola Akinmade

Dare I say it…the traveler’s greatest fear

When I was younger (think early twenties), I was on a breakneck speed to conquer the world. The perpetual traveler. To soak in everything I could in a short amount of time before finally settling down. The concept of “settling down” to me meant getting married and having kids, and obviously that meant giving up my life of solo travel. That fear of not fitting everything I wanted to see in a certain self-allotted time span within my life was overwhelming sometimes.