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About Ayohcee

Ayohcee started life on Thursday 17th February 2005 as a blog about life in Cambridge, during the final year of my BA in English Literature and Geography. Originally the blog was called Life According to Ó Ceallaigh, before changing to LATÓC: London According to Ó Ceallaigh in mid-2008.

Following a trip to Uganda in 2009, and an ever-increasing focus on stories relating to Africa, the ‘London’ was dropped and the name shortened to AÓC: According to Ó Ceallaigh. In a final move, the name was changed to a near-phonetic version of the letters a, ó and c and so we arrive at Ayohcee.

In June 2011, Ayohcee was shortlisted in Plan UK's #Blog4Girls blogging competition in recognition of a post about breaking barriers to girls' education in the developing world, finishing as a runner-up.

Ayohcee has four key pledges to its readers moving forward into 2018:
  • To actually make time to post regularly after the failings of the last three years;
  • To focus on different voices;
  • To get a little bit angrier about everything.
This is in addition to continuing commitments to:
Ayohcee is a friend of Islam, the many faces of London, those displaced through conflict and famine and anyone willing to open their heart sincerely.

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