black british, tick.

Caribbean to be precise, Jamaica if we are really narrowing it down.

Black British Blogger in Jamaican Dress

Returning to the UK after 10 days in Jamaica had me thinking about well, me. My life is British, I can relate to my British friends and yet my household doesn't feel like theirs. Mine is Caribbean and when I return home I am reminded that I am not just British, I am Black British.

My fruit bowl is full of Plantain, Mangos from the last family member that flew home to Jamaica, Avocado and yes Bananas, Apple and Grapes.

On Christmas day, just like all Brits we keep it as traditional as possible. Eggs, Sausages, Toast and Beans, followed by Callaloo, Ackee, Plantain and Fried Dumplings. Name a better combination? I'll wait.

The mix of a traditional English and Jamaican breakfast is too good. We even get out the special plates that sit in our mother's cabinet all year long. Rolls eyes.

In at least one of my family members house I've seen this bad boy in the bathroom, hallway or by the front door.

Patois the language spoken in Jamaica

House Rules

My mum becomes well and truly British when on the phone 'Oh hello, yes that would be absolutely smashing Amanda.' Alright I'm exaggerating a little. Maybe not 'smashing' but we all know they put on that 'white voice' for the world to hear.

But suddenly remembers where she comes from when I'm in trouble.

When she gives you that look in public, you guys know the one. You know it's about to go down when you get home but she isn't about to be caught looking like a crazy black woman in public.

I tried all of the free makeup in the magazines. My favourites were Sabrina's Secrets and Groovy Chick but they all looked somewhat like this. Never diverse. I wore them same way.

Pink Lipstick on Dark Skin Model

When your mum is cheating in the Olympics because she is really rooting for two teams. Great Britain's down? No problem, stand stall Jamaica. Pick a side, pick a side.