Music and Political Activism: 5 things I learnt from Rap

This is part of a series of posts I had wanted to do for Black History Month (October) however, this particular one took too long to write so I have now had to move the timeline a few weeks back. Born in post-Civil War slums of New York City as a means of documenting the … Continue reading Music and Political Activism: 5 things I learnt from Rap

‘Do summat proper’- On jobs and value

This week in the news I read about an article in the Mirror where Katie Jarvis, and ex-Eastenders actress was being slandered and shamed for working in B&M as a security guard following a career in acting. This had me thinking about the types of jobs we do and what they have come to symbolise … Continue reading ‘Do summat proper’- On jobs and value

On Power and Censorship

Be a slave at first or free at last Double-edged choices make a n**** wanna pass -Lupe Fiasco, Strange Fruition As of this year something that I have been thinking of a lot more is censorship and power. To be honest, the concept of power, what it is and how it manifests itself is something … Continue reading On Power and Censorship

Glass Ceilings and headstarts: does Class still matter?

Earlier this year news of the US college scandals hit the headlines and conversations of class privilege and opportunity dominated social media. Of course debates about the abolition of private schools were already taking place in the UK and so this made me think (once again) about social mobility, meritocracy and the glass ceiling that … Continue reading Glass Ceilings and headstarts: does Class still matter?

On being ‘The First’

A few days ago I saw an article titled ' Diane Abbott to make history as first black person to represent their party a PMQs and I wanted to talk about how, as great as being the first can be, its can also be draining and extremely lonely times. This is a post for myself … Continue reading On being ‘The First’

Walking Black Home

That day was a bad day I walked for many miles Unlike me, I did not return any smiles Tired, weak, hungry But I could not turn back Because sometimes it's hard to get a taxi When you're Black -Benjamin Zephaniah (written from my memory) I just wanted to share this poem because although I … Continue reading Walking Black Home