Right now I am feeling so scared and worried about Mini-me. Found some disturbing writing of hers in a ‘Booklet of sorrow’ in which it appears she is in a dark place…

Those are the words I wrote in my diary exactly a year ago when it transpired that my daughter’s erratic and disturbing behaviour which I had put down to ‘teenage angst’ turned out to be something much worse. In fact, just over two weeks after my discovery I found myself taking my then 12 year old daughter for a psychiatric assessment. …


Last week, someone retweeted a daily writing challenge onto my timeline. A single word prompt with a 500 word count as well as group support. Sign me up!

This was just what I needed following weeks of staring at the blank screen, often paralysed with fear of this new and uncertain world. Many days later with many more ignored direct messages, today’s challenge word of ‘Joy’ caught my attention and forced me to write.

Joy because after many years of operating from a place of pain, I made a conscious decision last year to have joy as my driving force…


I really enjoy birthdays, especially mine.

Birthday lunch for my 38th

Growing up, I remember with a fondness it was the only time my mum would give me ‘the day off’ all chores. She would also cook me my favourite dish and pamper to me the whole day which basically as a teenager meant she washed up the dishes for me! As I have gotten older, that fond feeling is now captured with the knowledge that my day is guaranteed to start with a call from my ‘mum dearest’ singing me a song of joy and praise in Yoruba. …


On the Matter of my loneliness

“Do you ever get bored?” asked a guy I was seeing the second time he visited me at my place.

“No, I don’t” was my honest answer. Yet the “but I do get lonely” concluding part of my response felt too bitter a pill to admit to a guy I was still trying to explore if this was going to be a dating/relationship or yet another situation-ship. Definitely not words I have been able to share with anyone, well except maybe cryptically on Twitter. In fact, the need to write this piece has been…


I go by the name Tokunbo, Toks, Toksyk or sometimes just ‘T’ to my friends.

What is in a name?

Tokunbo means ‘From across the Sea’ in Yoruba, a language and tribe from the West African Nation of Nigeria.

Growing up in London in the 90s, I was often bemused by the remarks from non-Nigerians regarding how unusual my name was. Especially given the gleeful story my mother told any listening ear of one of my funniest childhood moments.

Apparently, sometime in the 80s, when we were then living in Lagos, Nigeria, I had returned home crying from school demanding to change my name due…


Enjoying a much deserved holiday in Nigeria to celebrate end of my masters

There is currently a #TenYearChallenge happening across social media. It requires users to post two (or more) pictures, one of their younger self from 2009 and a more current picture. Now as someone who LOVES taking pictures (it doesn’t help that the camera clearly also LOVES my face), a chance to participate in any opportunity that allows my ego to thrive was a no-brainer. My attempts to find an old picture of myself took me down the rabbit hole that is Facebook. An exercise that brought about a rush of emotions I had long buried. Seeing pictures of one of…


Home is…

After been homeless, living with family for over eight years, I finally received the keys for a brand new unfurnished flat last August. As a child, we were forced to move eleven times during the five year period of my secondary schooling due to my mother’s insecure immigration status. I did not want this instability for my daughter so picking up those keys for a permanent home came with very high emotions. At the time when we moved in, despite having had a successful summer running my business, all I could afford for the flat were the beds for both…


I couldn’t tell you when I first stumbled across Ozoz’s Kitchen Butterfly handle on social media but I believe it was sometime back in 2014. A full year plus before I would even start my whole journey curating experiences for people to enjoy Nigerian cuisine in all it’s glorious forms through Tokunbo’s Kitchen.

I do recall that I stalked her Instagram page religiously, often leaving many begging comments over almost every food picture she posted. I remember that we bonded over our shared love of accessories which resulted in us making a date to visit a local arts and crafts…


“2017 was THAT year!”

In just six months, as the founder of Tokunbo’s Kitchen, I personally assumed the responsibility for a number of events that resulted in feeding over 5000 people, still I find it hard to fully accept my position or refer to myself as a chef.

Recently, my fifth pop up event of the year, was filmed and featured on the BBC Africa news site. Yet, although I watch the clip with a sense of incredulous pride, I cringe thinking about ALL the things I didn’t do well. In my mind, I feel a ‘real chef’ would see…

Tokunbo Koiki

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