Just let me be normal.
Just let 2018 be a year where I don’t have to prove my womanness by being extraordinary.
One day when I was about eight years old I can home from school and declared to mum that I wasn’t going to be a doctor, nurse or teacher – oohhh no; I was going to be an ordinary person. My eldest sister was obsessed with London’s Burning, so had her sights set on becoming a firewoman. I was pretty sure my brother would be a carpenter. My other sister was fascinated by martial arts, so I figured her and my cousin would form some kind of Caribbean justice league. They’d take down villains by fusing together a few moves from Bruce Lee, with the transforming ability of Optimus Prime and mutant gene of Wolverine.