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.

Updates: Life, Work, Love and Everything in between

It’s definitely been awhile since I’ve updated my blog. Mostly because I’ve been busy birthing an adorable baby girl earlier this month and settling into some nice mommy routines. I’m still processing it all, moving through various stages of surrealism, floating between reality, dreamlike states, and fully understanding just how my life has changed once again for the better.

The newest travel magazine in town – WildJunket

I love when dreams come true. I also love visionaries who actively pursue their dreams and paths without being swayed by (in my opinion) unnecessary peripheral noise or static.

That’s how amazing success stories are born.

For fellow travel writer, blogger, and friend, Nellie Huang, it was starting up her own magazine, and what an impressive start it’s been. We all waited with bated breath to see just how the new magazine would look and feel when Nellie announced last year that it was indeed in the works, and I couldn’t be more excited for her.

My Focus Word for 2012 Is…

My plan was to have my focus word all picked out by January 1st and have a post ready, but it didn’t happen. The word hadn’t reached me yet. I really didn’t want to force it. So I waited for it to come organically, and it did.