I was born at St Thomas’ Hospital near Westminster in London.
My mum was born in Jamaica and moved to England as a teenager.
My father was born in London to St Lucian and Bajan parents.

My first time on a plane—though I don’t remember it—was to New York at just two or three years old. Sadly, I lost my mother when I was five, and my aunt became my legal guardian.

At nine, I moved to Jamaica, where I lived for six years. At 14, I took my first solo flight to St Lucia and Barbados to meet my dad and sisters. Looking back, I think that’s when I caught the travel bug.

I love everything about travel—waking up at dawn, packing, the airport experience, showing my passport a thousand times, listening to the announcements, and the flight itself. I’m smiling as I write this because, yes, I love it that much!

Since then, I’ve travelled extensively and even lived in Rwanda, Jamaica, and Ghana. I’ve moved home more than 30 times—I just can’t stay in one place too long. I quickly outgrow environments, which led me to take my first true solo trip to Thailand in 2024.

Unlike my previous solo trips, where I either knew someone or had been before, Thailand was different. I had no contacts, no prior experience, and had to navigate challenges alone. I remember being stranded in a rural area with no internet and no English speakers around. A local man gave me a ride on his motorbike to a hotel he knew! That experience changed everything for me.

Since then, I’ve been addicted to solo travel. I look forward to it more than group trips because there’s something beautiful about learning on your own, moving at your own pace, and fully immersing yourself in a culture. Solo travel has shaped me in ways I never imagined—building confidence, adaptability, mental strength, and a deeper understanding of people.

That’s why I want to help other Black women experience this too. You can afford to travel. You can overcome your fears. And I’ll show you how—if you let me.

(Are you ready? Let’s make it happen!)