The last time I heard from her, she said she was tired. I thought she meant about how her day was.

Again she said "I'm tired. It's been rough." 

All I could say was "you'll be fine. We'll will be okay." 

Apparently, she needed more than the consolation words.

I could have done more than listening. I could have visited, or perhaps pray with her. But I fail…I failed Inem.

Today, I heard the news that almost brought me to tears.

Inem was…

Standing on the pulpit, testifying of how God used a sister to save her life.

"I was about drinking the poison in the bottle, when I heard a knock on the door. At first I wasn't certain it was the door of my apartment. But when the knock came the second time I dropped it to go open the door..." 

The rest they say is history.

Dear Someone,

SUICIDE isn't the last option.

And if you need someone to talk to, please reach out.

And to you who's okay, reach out to someone who isn't okay.

And when next suicide thought cross your mind, try chop.

E fit be say na hunger.

PS: I am rooting for you always!