At the end of a winding road near the mountains, is the 4-story apartment we live in for a week in Oaxaca. From the highest floor on the roof, I can see a translucent fog circling the mountain peaks. The city welcomes us with cloudy skies that promise rain. Even so, I feel drawn toContinue reading “T in Transit II: Oaxaca”
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T in Transit I: Barcelona
Our days in Barcelona feel dream-like, but unlike my fleeting dreams, I can recall the memories…
Sedona, AZ
Sedona’s landscape is captivating, and no pictures on Instagram prepared me for the awe of seeing it in person
Above the Sonoran Desert
At 5:30 am, darkness clings to the sky above Phoenix. My eyes are still heavy with sleep when we walk out of our Airbnb and onto the waiting tour bus. The purr of an idling engine and bird songs in the distance are the loudest sounds this morning. Our driver, -J- a chatty middle-aged man,Continue reading “Above the Sonoran Desert”
Along the Pacific Coast Highway
Our drive towards the Pacific Coast Highway starts in Oakland and takes us through the seaside towns of Monterey and Carmel-by-the-Sea, and along the swirling mountain roads of Big Sur.
“Still Sun”: A Los Angeles Photo Story
A collection of photos from the sunny summer weekend I spent in L.A…
A weekend at Lake Tahoe
In April, Lake Tahoe is in transition from winter to spring. Snow has stopped falling to the ground and instead clings to mountain peaks. April 16: Rays of amber light flood the living room of our rented apartment as the sun sets over Lake Tahoe. I pull out my phone to film the scene, struckContinue reading “A weekend at Lake Tahoe”
Summertime in Miami
When I lived in Nigeria, I looked forward to summer and the end of the school year because it meant visiting my parents in Miami.
My Weekend in Ghana
In Akosombo, a town in Ghana’s Volta Region, we spend part of the afternoon seeing the Volta River by speedboat. Harmattan fog blocks out any glimpse of sunlight, coloring the sky a light grey. I run my fingers through the river, enjoying the rush of cool water against my skin.
Letters from the Central Coast #2
I pull Yemi up from her chair to dance, twirling her around and spinning in a circle when she twirls me. We continue like this until claps erupt from a table nearby and send both of us into a fit of laughter.