Like a true ’80s child, I grew up with a dictionary by my bedside.

Not the current “Hey Alexa, what does sesquipedalian
mean?” variety.

I mean a proper Oxford dictionary — fat, heavy, and solid enough to replace a dumbbell on any given day.

Looking up a word in the 1990s was not convenience. It was commitment. You flipped through what felt like ten unnecessary pages, scanned endless As, Ars, and Ats, and finally arrived at the word like a pilgrim reaching a shrine.

That should tell you how far back my affair with words goes. I have always been drawn to language, voice, expression, and the curious ways people make themselves understood.

Yeah, I hope the “delulu” and “sup” generation realises that loving words once involved a little more cardio.

And it was a happily ever after tale…

What began as a love for words grew into writing, voice-over work,blog, poems, quotes, guided meditations scripts, and communication-led creative work.

Different forms, same fascination. I’m interested in expression that moves hearts and stays with people.