For context, I initially shared this on LinkedIn. In this post, I talk about my fear of posting my wins on social media and the cost of fear, and I give you and me a lil’ pep talk on why we shouldn’t be afraid anymore. As you read my words, I hope you’ll find some encouragement in what I’ve [courageously] shared.

Nobody likes rejection, whether from a potential job, a current job or a community, friends etc., the list is endless, but the truth is that it happens every day.

What’s a man to do when the world's pressures are on his shoulders? Who can he talk to?

I was thinking about a story I’m writing called ‘Something For The Boyz’ when this short story popped up in my mind. If ‘Something For The Boyz’ had a prelude, this would be it.

A short story about how a failed relationship can change a person. This story was inspired by a prompt shared in a writing group I’m part of and also inspired by my first fictional piece, Train Stories: Peckham Rye, Platform 3.

It’s 2020, and the breaking news around the world is about Covid-19, the lives it’s taking, and the ones it’s yet to claim. The pandemic, or “The ‘Rona”, as nicknamed by black people, is disruptive - nothing is the same. Nita, a young city worker, isn’t immune to the impact of The ‘Rona - she’s barely coping, and evidence of her struggle is reflected in her appearance, specifically with her hair. However, on 4 July 2020, restrictions on hair salons have eased in the UK, and Nita has courageously booked an appointment at “Heritage Style - Natural Hair & Beauty Salon” for the same day. Could this be Nita’s chance for change? Will she get more than she paid for? Follow Nita on her brave journey as she narrates her appointment with Miss Heritage.

What should have been a joyous occasion quickly becomes a moment of regret. Embarrassment, shame and anger consume one of the wedding guests who should be the happiest, but how can she be happy when her foolishness is exposed? "Their First Dance" is a short fictional piece inspired by the song "Lessons" by Eric Roberson.

What does it really mean to really rest in God? I think I know now…

What colour would you use to describe your week?

For me I’ll pick black.

From black backgrounds on my [personal] IG stories, to night mode on my phone and an all black lock and wallpaper screen on my phone... black just feels like the right colour for me.

Although not seen, our hearts and minds form who we are.

For our hearts and minds the things we believe stem from.

God is protective of our hearts and minds, because with them He makes us more like Him.