I gave thirty years to radio. Pirate stations in London basements. BBC 1Xtra at launch. And then Nairobi. Building something from the ground up that people genuinely loved. Radio was the first thing I ever loved. Before the company. Before DJing. Before anything else I went on...
Two years ago I went to Diani. I was still at the radio station. Things were heavy in a way I hadn't fully named yet. I'd told my friend Kadzo what I was thinking — that I wanted to get away for a morning, sit by...
I've been going to gigs alone. As a DJ. When I'm playing, having my people there matters. Not for company exactly. For the moment. The crew is who you turn to when the room lifts. Someone to share what just happened. Someone to clock the night...
The Correction: Entry 06 (v2) Ricardo called me out after he heard the first episode of the podcast. I've been paying attention differently since. It was raining in Nairobi. My friend was leaving my house to run some errands. He's a biker so I assumed he was heading...
Ricardo called me out. From France. The day Episode 01 dropped. He's been on the podcast several times. Jamaican guy. Lives in France now. Married. Three kids — Mosiah, Nesta and Usain, named after Jamaican heroes. Built from nothing. One of the people who has consistently...
Title: The Correction: Entry 05 Consistent presence. Two words. That's all it took. I've been giving this to people my whole life without knowing it had a name. The check-ins. The random call just to say I'm thinking of you. Keeping someone in your day, not just your...
Thursday. Taking stock. I've been writing this series for a few weeks now. And something strange has been happening. The more I write, the more I realise I've been writing it for years. I went back through the G-Spot recently, all my posts here. Posts from 2018. Some...
I didn't plan it. There was no agenda. No calculation. A friend of mine — a creative — had been in a situation for years that I couldn't stop thinking about. The more I turned it over in my mind the more unjust it felt. Businesses...
Thursday. Still in it. Nobody told me to perform. That's the thing I keep coming back to. Nobody sat me down and said — right, from now on, make it look effortless. Make the capable look natural. Don't let anyone see the cost. I just...
A therapist gave me a word for it. Actually, two words. Hyper competent. She said it like it was a diagnosis, which I suppose it was. And my first instinct — because I am who I am — was to take it as a compliment. Hyper competent....
Thursday. Somewhere between knowing and changing. I've been thinking about Ms Rose all week. Not in a sad way. In a studying way. Like going back to read a book you read as a child and realising you understood none of it the first time. She never asked...
I caught myself doing it again. That's the thing about naming a pattern — you can't unsee it. Since Entry 01 went up, I've been watching myself in real time. Mid-conversation, mid-meeting, mid-friendship. And there it is, every single time, quiet and automatic — the mental...
Someone asked me today what I do for fun. I paused longer than I should have. Long enough for it to be awkward. And in that pause I went through a mental list — DJing, the podcast, the company, writing — before I realised that every...
I don't have friends. I have collaborators. There. I said it. I've been sitting with this thought for a while now, turning it over in my head like a song I can't quite place. It came out of a session — one of those conversations where someone...
I left the family WhatsApp group a while back. Not with a big, dramatic exit or a long, scathing message. Just a quiet, almost imperceptible departure. One moment I was there, a passive observer in a sea of shared photos and sporadic "Good Morning" messages,...
Here I am, writing while I fly...
I am terrible with money, or at least I used to be...
I must truly be inspired! Two blogs in a week! Maybe I should travel more…. I’m in the UK, and frankly, the inspiration is flowing. There’s something about being away from the daily routine and the good chaos of Kenya that clears the mind. This...
We need to talk, no, not about my one blog a year habit, something more important . For a long time, I had this constant hum in the background of my life. It was anxiety. Specifically, it was this habit of always, always anticipating the worst....
Death is a great leveller. It is no respecter of person, position, race, gender, or any other human construct. Death just is. I remember growing up I was surrounded by death before I even knew what it meant. My mom died when I was 4;...
"There's a billion people on the planet, what does any one life really mean?"Susan Sarandon - Shall We Dance?I haven't written for a while and yes, that's how the majority of my posts start. By now, you know the drill - I'll write something about...
I've been challenged to start writing again. Apparently, I am good at it and should explore it more. Tell me something that I don't know! Seriously though, I really apologise for not being as consistent as I should be on this website. A lot has happened...
There’s never a right time to say goodbye It’s a very ordinary Sunday and the only thing that I’ve done different from all the other Sundays is that I was taken to brunch by a good friend of mine. It was in a new hotel in...
This isn’t a sensational headline, this is not an attempt to shock you into reading another hard hitting opinion piece on race relations, this is me, exhausted, hurting and just fucking tired. I am tired of this never ending war on black people. I am...
I hate flying. I try to keep myself busy. I listen to a lot of music. I plan, I time block, and still, only an hour of this flight is gone. So I always fall back to my in-flight routine. I write. Maybe being in the air...
