Hello, I'm Home Auntie

I’ve always been the type to ignore unknown calls and numbers I don’t recognise. I’m a busy lady, a mum, wife, and everything else and in between. So, missed calls and unopened messages continue to collect themselves as I rush around trying to meet the needs of my family, while keeping my nails cute and lashes intact.

I was so tired of it: the constant calls from school reminding me that my boisterous son would continue to push boundaries while trying to find himself, his voice, and his friends in the concrete jungle called public school. Growing up in the typical depiction of poverty—council and housing association homes in a less-than-desirable area well known for drug dealing, homelessness, and the "appeal" of gentrification—I knew I had to do something to stop my son from becoming a st