Images of atrocities can only wound when there is an existing wound. My PhD focused on Amnesty’s photographic history. However, my first experience in the archive was that the images I engaged with, sitting in a small room and narrowly excavating an archive did wound me. It wasn’t that the image singlehandedly accomplished that. My experience in Nigeria documenting the aftermath of conflict left me wounded especially walking into a mosque that was bombed in Adamawa State, with the slippers of those who went to Friday prayers and never returned, littered in blood stains. It was not that the image and the archive could immediately wound; the wound was easy because there was already an existing wound. I began to question what exactly images of atrocities ask of us. I began creating collages with no meaning or understanding, just piecing together fragments of paper. Some of these collages had political undertones as they were sourced from archival magazines when many African countries newly gained independence. Collages are my personal commentary of self-reflection and images that photographs cannot totally capture.