An Unmuted Collection of Stories

Hey there!

I am excited to share my new book with you.


Available on Amazon and Kindle

The decision to dedicate time and be vulnerable is intimidating, exciting, therapeutic, nerve wracking, and it feels like just the beginning. Remembering home, sharing parts of myself and memories I hold near and dear to me has been nerve wracking and freeing. Nothing about the experiences in this book is unique, but it is important to shed some light on it because it can help create communities for people who might be feeling alone and isolating themselves from their family and friends. I anticipate some push-back and backlash from homophobic, proud, or closeminded conservatives, but sheltering oneself from life won’t stop it from happening around you.  


2020 birthed mass movements like the the world had never seen before. Quarantined, artists created more, journalists risked their lives, and families changed for the good and bad. My Nigerian is a collection of stories and poems from the perspective of a millennial in the LGBT community. The stories touch on topics ranging from Nigerian cultural references, family dynamics, sexuality, adolescents, and alternate realities for the future post-2020. 

“Her father’s lap became a distant memory that faded into glimpses of a good dream, and her last memory of the school was sitting by herself in an empty row of chairs facing center stage with the DJ playing a song in the background as he packed his equipment.” 

– Three Children Playing

“Don’t let any man or woman convince you that your parents don’t love you unconditionally or that you are not good enough. If you don’t feel comfortable or don’t like something, make sure you speak up. You are more than enough. You are loved. You are one of kind, and anyone who comes across you should consider themselves blessed.” 

– Omo Awo 

“One year when Tola was well into his time in University, he came home with their cousin, Segun. Segun’s foot looked the size of an American football. In his carelessness, he had gotten his foot run over by a car only a few hundred kilometers from the house. No one was particularly shocked, but Tola made sure to take care of him that holiday. That’s the kind of person Tola was turning out to be.” 

– The Altruist

Like the rest of the book, these lines are from various stories that share pieces of who I was, who I am, and who I unapologetically aspire to be. 

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