October is my favourite month of the year.

October feels more autumn to me than September. October screams, browns, oranges and deep yellows. October is the true fall. October is the time that I assess my personal goals and set new ones.

October is my new year.

October is my birth month.

October is the month I became a wife.

October holds plenty of significance for me and throughout the entire month, I bubble with emotion. I created my own brand. I self-published my first children’s book this year. I have more stories written to release. I am a solid but semi-confident mother of three boys. I have overcome postnatal depression, following two emergency c-sections in 2020 and 2021. I have learnt that the politics when employed by schools cannot be changed. However, I can change the world with my literature. The United Kingdom recognises October as Black History Month. I am black, my husband is black and a our three sons are black. We celebrate our heritage every day of the year. Books, conversations, food, games, pictures, everything is Black history.

Every day.

I embrace the ups and downs that have got me this far.

I look forward to what unfolds this October.