What Linett has done- & is doing- is keeping the artform, holding it & passing it on to the next generation (she is an active mentor of women DJs), to speak back to the erasure that constantly shrouds us as Black women. That is not a small thing- it is radical. That is resistance in its most tender form & it is the same spirit that moves through the work I do.

Something people do not always understand about research like mine- research that is personal, ancestral, emotionally weighted- is that the environment in which you process & write it matters. It is not a luxury consideration. It is a methodological one. Sitting in a cafe in Zanzibar or Addis Ababa, laptop open, hot chocolate, fresh juice or tea arriving, music somewhere in the background or coming from my earphones- that is not indulgence.

Choosing to be a digital nomad at that moment- exhausted, over-extended, a one-woman team carrying some of the heaviest research of my life- was not a retreat. It was resistance. It was joy, chosen deliberately & without apology, as an act of defiance against every structure that had demanded my brilliance without protecting my humanity. I stopped fighting. & I lived instead.

The series presents waacking as more than a dance style- a living art form rooted in Black queer culture & lovingly reinterpreted within an Indian context. The history, origins & creators of waacking are acknowledged, cited & respected, offering a rare example of cultural appreciation done right. Rather than extraction or imitation, what we see is translation, education & homage.

I am writing this after a conversation with a friend who had just completed her PhD...At one point, she gently described us as being in the in-between.

Set against the backdrop of the 1960s Bristol Bus Boycott, this production is both historically grounded & emotionally piercing.

The title alone pulled me in. Simple. Personal. My Friend Lanre. I knew the name Lanre was Yoruba...

I can’t believe I really organised & conducted all of this – a three-year, multi-site research project across three countries on three continents, employing three methods. (Three is definitely my magic number, lol!) It’s amazing to see how my proposal, once just a collection of ideas & a plan, has truly come to life.

I Dream a World is not just a book. It is an offering. Seventy-five Black women fill its pages, women who shaped America with their brilliance, courage & unwavering grace. From artists to activists, educators to elders, their stories speak across generations & the Atlantic.

Since childhood, I have found joy in being surrounded by books.....to step into the role of writer-in-residence- not just anywhere, but at the Library of Africa & the African Diaspora (LOATAD)- is a dream come true.

I have long been intrigued by the Irish struggle. Drawn to its layered pain and poetry, I have asked Irish friends for film recommendations, searching for context. On a visit to Dublin, the sanitised, tourist-friendly gloss left me unsatisfied. I wanted the grit, the story beneath the souvenir shops

From the very beginning, UCC offered me an academic home away from home. It was a perfect match. Its proximity to key research sites, its academic depth, & the welcoming spirit of its community made it ideal. I came in search of connection & understanding. What I received was more than I imagined, especially since I hadn’t even known about it properly beforehand.

I had the privilege of visiting Crashing the Glass Slippers, an exhibition at Chapter Arts Centre in Cardiff, Wales, by the award-winning & internationally acclaimed artist Ntiense Eno-Amooquaye...Eno-Amooquaye’s work is vibrant, bold, & unapologetically Afrocentric.

I stepped off the plane into Ghana, equal parts excited & nervous, with no idea what to expect– or whom.

Mis-Doctoring erases the years, effort & expertise behind a PhD. Why does it happen? Why does it matter? And how can we fix it?

I was drawn to Shabu by its thumbnail alone: a magnetic young Black face on a balcony, framed against a backdrop of flats.

The first year of my Leverhulme Trust project was the 'UK leg' which I detailed in a previous post. However, the start of my second year...

As a sociologist whose research has been rooted in exploring & documenting educational inequalities, particularly as it pertains to Black...

As I sit here writing & thinking about my postdoc year, I can’t believe how quickly time flies or how much can be done in a year with...

I recently attended my third summer school of the year. This time it was a two-day, in-person summer school, organised by Connected...