No parent deserves this kind of pain; the agony of burying a child who died a senseless death. Nothing we can say or...
No parent deserves this kind of pain; the agony of burying a child who died a senseless death. Nothing we can say or...
It was Thursday last week that the note went viral. We had lost another person who couldn’t deal with the demons that plagued...
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....
Grief is not a foreign emotion to us all. It is one we have all felt at some point in our lives and...

I heard the gunshot and my world seemed to go into slow motion as I saw Liz clutch her belly, her eyes wide...

“…time of death… 2:04 pm” I cannot count the number of times these words have been repeated this week; the cases are unending....
Dear God, I woke up today feeling positive about life. This was amazing since I had been too focused on the negative events...
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.

