Creative Non-Fiction
It seemed that I only existed to be cautious of the adults in my life who at best were preoccupied with a mysterious something and at worst cruel without reason. I existed in a world where children were things you spoke to.
How I’m Mothering the Wounded Kid Inside Who Just Wanted Love
I went to a Buddhist monastery in the Catskills of New York to find relief from the usual suspects: workaholism, relationships, the 24-hour news cycle, and toxic positivity. I had been attending the monastery since 2016 and considered the enclave my spiritual home.
Goodbye America
I think this is the dilemma of any child in a household filled with hope and expectation, and specifically for the immigrant child, it is often one of the defining questions of our existence.
How to Let Go of Your Family’s Expectations and Be Who You Want to Be
People often assume I was not born and raised in the United States. As a child of Nigerian immigrants bearing an Indigenous name, and with features etched from another land, I have never felt like I fully belong here.
A Visitor in my Homelands: Too African for the US and too American for Nigeria
Becoming my Own Woman Without the Faith of my Childhood
I had always found a gathering of women sharing their stories and wisdom an effective way to touch the divine..
A month or so before my 35th birthday, I was looking at myself in the mirror and it dawned on me that as a Black woman I had entered that pool. I would soon be officially past something.
Why Being A Single Woman In Your 30s Could Be A Sign Of Self Love
For Africans who have Gone ‘No Contact’ When the Rainbow is Enuf
I had decided to go no contact with my parents. It was the safest decision I had ever made for myself, but yet it was highly contested among friends and family members alike.
At the Black Teacher Project, an Oakland-based organization designed to uplift, develop, and sustain Black teachers across the nation, we often ask ourselves: “Why do you teach?”
The Constant Testing of Black Brilliance
I grew up in the United States as the daughter of Nigerian immigrants. As an observant child, I was always looking for answers. From someone other than my parents who could explain the world around me and make sense of some of the obstacles that I encountered.
Friendship
Writing Between Worlds: Navigating My African and American Identities on the Page
I was born to Nigerian immigrants, which usually meant that my particular experience as a Black person in America was markedly different from most of my African American peers.