July 11, 2021/
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Trust Nigerians, there have been loads of jokes about it, but we all know the Twitter ban has not been fun so far....
Trust Nigerians, there have been loads of jokes about it, but we all know the Twitter ban has not been fun so far....
The beauty of life will cease to exist without the added flavour of hope. In the silence of the night, I know that...
The only thing that can get us through this wave of insanity is unity. For Fatima, Ada, Yetunde, Tunde, Obi, Efe, Adamu, and...
20th October 2020, you wept the loudest. For your children who died in the hands of those sworn to protect those affiliated with...
For Jimoh Isiaq. For Ayomide Taiwo. For Sleek. For Peter Ofurum. For Chika Ibeku. For Chibuike Anams. For Ifeoma Abugu. For Kolade Johnson....
It was my wedding day. I was tired of the appearances I had been forced to put up and my jaw ached from...
My world froze. No, I did not scream. The heavy curtains hid me from them but not from the shock. They were two...
I heard the gunshot and my world seemed to go into slow motion as I saw Liz clutch her belly, her eyes wide...
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.
