Yesterday I took part in the peaceful protest for the Black Lives Matter movement, in Manchester. Thousands of people showed up for the cause, today we are all facing a huge backlash for attending. Today we are blamed for a possible second peak of COVID-19. People are missing the point, they don’t want to see […]
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40 Days
No matter what corner of the world you are from, currently we are all in the same boat. Except the boat isn’t really a boat, but a raft, made from soaked branches, fallen from rotten trees. There are multiple holes in the raft, water seeps through, and we are sinking, slowly, a couple centimetres each […]
Happy Valerio Women’s Day
First and foremost, Happy International Women’s Day. I wish you all strength and love. This post is dedicated to the women of my family, past and present, the Valerio women. Women of strength, resilience, women of faith. Women who have helped, knowingly and unknowingly, shape the woman I am today. Women to whom I owe […]
I’m Just Not Academic.
I’m not at all academic. I was never that way inclined, even back when I was an innocent, intelligent and applied high schooler. I do like learning, I love learning new skills, and learning about all the things I’m interested in, but I don’t learn from dense reading text books. I just can’t. I learn […]
Oh, How Very Creative Of Me
Well hello there, dear nobody. How are we today? I must say, I know it is only Wednesday but I’ve had such a creative week already, I thought it only apt to write a little blog post this fine afternoon. I have been blessed with opportunity this week, firstly getting access to a complete dress […]
Here We Are Again.
So, here we are again. Me having completely neglected this blog, after swearing to start taking it seriously following the renewal of my domain. But as this year’s saying goes: it is what it is. It happened, now it’s time to pick it back up and start again. To be fair to myself, very stupidily, […]
Goodbye Forever
Goodbye Forever “Why can’t we all go together?” Rae pleaded. The thought of staying behind filled her with anxiety. She didn’t like being away from her mother for too long. The plan was for mum to go on ahead and get a job and a home sorted for them before the children joined her. Rae […]
This Tiny Town
This Tiny Town This tiny townis a thousand tiny towns.It is culture dominated neighbourhoods, and it isneighbours sharing thousands of cultures.It’s poverty, and petty crimeand dangerous.It’s mass produced childrentrying to be big,bigger than this tiny town.
It’s Too Late Now
“I’m so drunk” you said from behind the locked cubicle door. I laughed, but in reality, I was quite drunk myself. You chose the very middle cubicle, the other four doors, two at each side of you, were wide open. We were completely alone. I sat up on the counter facing them, a sink at […]
Why I Bought My Mum a Toy For Christmas…
So Christmas is over. In the blink of an eye, all the stress and excitement of the big day passes and we’re left admiring our gifts, binge watching TV and eating left over calories for days. I love Christmas. I love family time, I love eating Portuguese food and drinking Portuguese beverages and carrying on […]
