In London, I was not extended family, I was just family. From the way Aunty Ola teased me about “allowing” me to walk down the aisle first* at my wedding. To having drinks in Brixton our last night while being ratchet and talking about issues in the African diaspora. I got everything I needed and wanted, but more. It was perfection.
The highlight of London was not only digging deep, learning things about myself, as I always do when I travel. But the opportunity to break bread, bond, and connect with every last one of you was incredibly special to me. Know that every hug, kiss, dance, and Yoruba heard, spoke to me in a special kind of way.