I puffed on the stick of weed and watched as the smoke rose before it was swept away by the fan's currents. I...
Trust Nigerians, there have been loads of jokes about it, but we all know the Twitter ban has not been fun so far....
I understand now, once again, that some days will be bad. Heck, they will drain you of everything that gives you strength and...
Recently, social media has been agog with the hashtag #At23 and I have read through tons of posts and comments surrounding this trend....
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...
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.
