There has never been a subject too awkward, too rude or too personal that I have not been able to share with my mum. She understood talking about my mental health was extremely important and looking after it was a priority. In some way she was my therapist, only she prescribed cups of tea and a good gossip.
I’m British but I’m Nigerian. I’m Grace, but also Ibidolapo. Balancing my Nigerian heritage and my British nationality is something I’ve done for as long as I can remember. While friends went on holidays to Tenerife, I was in Lagos shuttling between the city and the village.