So there we were at my graduation cocktail party, 5 junior doctors of African origin taking centra stage as camera flashes captured our beaming faces…
Would you look at this #secretsquirrel face lol. Hmm Noreen… what are you up to, you might be wondering. SPILL THE TEA! Well, I can’t reveal all just yet but please rest assured that this squirrel has been VERRRRY busy in the travel kitchen cooking up a deliciously novel service for the busy professionals and solo
Both companion and enemy. Both measured and warped speed. Sometimes too much and often too little.
The richest place on earth… As anniversary celebrations for the #DrReenAbroad travel and lifestyle blog launch a year ago wind down, I have been thinking back to the macabre but poignant thought that started me on this journey: ‘The richest place on earth is the cemetary. For in it lies all the lost geniuses, scientists,
Suddenly my 20’s revved into overdrive and I’m sitting here now, 28 years young. I can feel youth’s grip loosening but, surprisingly, that doesn’t worry me because in it’s place is a quiet maturity and time is the curator.
Here’s to looking back at the lessons I’ve learnt in my 28 years of trying to find a foothold in this world!
The month designated to packaging thousands of years of Black history and culture into a palatable melting pot of ‘facts’ supposedly beginning with colonialism and ending with Harriet Tubman freeing slaves.
And yet, despite being a month that should encourage honest conversations about how far we’ve come and how far we still are from truly embracing Equality and Diversity, Trump-mania is on the rise, #IAmMogadishu is not a thing and last week a stranger matter of factly stated that being Pro-Black is the same as being anti-White.
No. It is not.
Because when my little sister held her arm up to compare her gorgeous mahogany skin aside my lighter complexion and questioned her afro puffs, the familiar gnaw of watching a young Black girl grow up in a society that places limitations on her beauty and Blackness resurfaced.
And so in response her current and future self… an ode to the Skin I’m In.
The excited squealing as we opened the door to our executive junior suite must have reverberated through the neighbouring walls! The suite was glorious. I could not stop looking around at the gold and rich brown tones in the fixtures and furniture which lent the room a modern but elegant feel. And having spied the
Church services. Deafening fireworks. Gorgeous sparklers waved that bit too close to ones face for comfort. Ending the countdown in a massive group hug with the closest warm bodies (human or animal) to you. I love the climatic element in the run up to New Year’s Day. The air is almost heavy-ladened with feverish anticipation;
Medical School is an experience unparalled with no other. Having made it through to the other side, I can now look back without PTSD fondly on those 6 crazy years of my life and offer 20 anecdotal (but painfully true) steep learning curves I encountered during my training as a medical student. And so, in no