August 1, 2021/
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I puffed on the stick of weed and watched as the smoke rose before it was swept away by the fan's currents. I...
I puffed on the stick of weed and watched as the smoke rose before it was swept away by the fan's currents. I...
I simply lacked some physical features that he wanted in a woman. My small behind, nonexistent hips, and slim thighs were his complaints....
I loved her more than life itself. It was the kind of love that defied understanding. I realised with a shock that I...
“You will never amount to anything. I don’t know why you even bother because you will never measure up. You don’t have what...
I’ve lived a quiet, lonely life. Well, right until my new neighbour moved in. Patricia did not wait for an invitation before bursting...
“Don’t worry, when he shows up, you’ll know in a heartbeat that he’s “the one”. And your heart will feel at home in...
It was Thursday last week that the note went viral. We had lost another person who couldn’t deal with the demons that plagued...
Hands shaking, I unwrapped the pink-striped package, and neatly stacked inside was my atonement gift, a collection of cosmetics. Sardonically, I laughed. I...
I stared hot daggers into the mirror. If looks could pierce, my mirror would have been shattered into a million pieces. As I...
For Jimoh Isiaq. For Ayomide Taiwo. For Sleek. For Peter Ofurum. For Chika Ibeku. For Chibuike Anams. For Ifeoma Abugu. For Kolade Johnson....
I am someone who has always turned to writing to make sense of things. Especially the parts of life that feel confusing, heavy or quietly complicated.
I write about mental health, relationships, identity, faith, and the in-between seasons we often move through without much language. Most of what you will find here comes from lived experience, observation, and a habit of sitting with thoughts a little longer than most people do.
I do not write because I have the answers. I write because it helps me understand myself, other people and the world around me. Writing gives me the space to slow down and to say things honestly, without needing to tidy them up. Some of what I write is still in the process of becoming, and I am comfortable letting it be that way.
Thoughts on Ink is where those reflections live. If you are drawn to writing that feels thoughtful, unhurried and real, I am glad you are here.
