An abandoned tune is beginning to sync with the beep, beep, boop, beep, beep, boop dancing on the screen. It feels like I am standing at the gates of a digital paradise OR what it would feel like if and when I find myself standing at the real one, being vetted for entry. Beeeeeep. WordPress (a.k.a. St. Peter) thinks the moment is ripe. Finally. On the other side of the pearly gates. I am curious to see what all the fuss has been about.
I’ve been chewing the cud, if you please, on being catapulted into Blogosphere for an eternity. Procrastination, unapologetic laziness, lack-of-a-blog-title and life in general got the better of me. And now, it took all of a minute and half to get here. A few of my top choices for a blog title were ‘whatiwantisntavailable’, ‘wordpresskeepschecking’, ‘fashfotrabeaudeco’ and some more gibberish until ‘tokumbotales’ sneaked up on me. The tale behind Tokumbo is that it’s my Nigerian name. It means ‘imported’. Born there, the nurses thought it would be amusing to call me Tokumbo. My parents decided on Shruti instead. I try and keep both of them alive.
Hello, Blogosphere. Tokumbotales will orbit in – whims. fashion. fancies. words. travel. obsessions. books. food. musings. beauty. randomness. decor. whatyouwill. So, it’s a new world, it sure-as-hell (or heaven or whatever is in the middle) is a new start. It’s begun with the beating of solely my heart. It’s a new day, it’s a new plan. Here I am, this is me. Thank you, Bryan Adams.
Attraversiamo. (Oh, you know what it means. We’ve all read and pined for our own versions of Eat, Pray, Love)
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