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Someone once told a simple story that has refused to leave my mind. A teacher stood in front of his students holding a clear glass filled with water. He raised it slightly and asked them a question. “How heavy is this glass?” The students gave the usual answers.Two hundred grams.Three hundred grams.Maybe a little more. The teacher smiled and said something interesting. “The exact weight does not matter.” Then he asked them another question. “If I hold this glass for one minut

Maybe I say things too softly or to loudly. Maybe my silence becomes a blank page people write their own story on.

Nobody warned me. I just woke up one day and realised I was in a silent, invisible competition I didn’t sign up for. A race. To get a degree. Get a job. Secure the bag. Be a soft babe. Find purpose. Serve God (but aesthetically). Have clear skin, perfect reels, fit arms, glowing faith, and a thriving business. All before… what? 25? Please. 🧠 When Did Life Become a Checklist? Suddenly, adulthood became a spreadsheet. People are tracking wins like KPIs. Comparing pain like bad

She didn’t scream. She didn’t throw anything or curse the heavens. She just stood there, in the middle of the room, phone in hand, heart somewhere between her ribs and the floor. The message was short. Clean. No fluff. "Unfortunately, ..." Unfortunately! Again?? She laughed; not the funny kind, but the broken kind that tries to stitch up a crack with sound. Because deep down, she’d already said yes. In faith. In prayer. In plans. She had bought the metaphorical balloons, bake

Do you ever find yourself downplaying your talents and abilities, just like I used to do? You see, I've always been a creative soul, passionate about DIY projects, crafts, and various forms of art, including music.

The past few weeks have been plagued by a lot. In fact, more than a few weeks if I'm being honest. The past months have been a lot for my soft girl aesthetics. I have cried, wept, prayed, rejoiced, lost hope and found faith all together. And if I’m going to be honest with myself, all the rollercoaster of emotions was because of me being my source for most things. I was the planner, strategic supervisor, vision maker, mood board designer and all things I need not be doing as G

Hi there family members! Long time no post/content/blog? It's been a hot minute since I last poured out my thoughts on paper. So, how's life treating you? Take a second to check in with yourself. These past few months have been quite a ride, you know? As you may or may not know I left the one shore of Nigeria and embarked on this journey to chase another degree. And let me tell you, it's been like a rollercoaster of emotions. I've had more alone time than I can count, and it'

This one is personal. It’s not research-based. It’s not a textbook explanation. It’s not even a perfectly worded letter. It’s just truth — mine, at least. A few days ago, I had an honest moment with myself. One of those “let it out” nights. The kind where you cry quietly — not because anything new happened, but because everything old is still present. And what came out was this. 💌 To the Person Who’s Tired To the person who has googled autism more times than they’ve googled

Dear Mrs...... I want to belive I'm writing to the "Mrs." version of you. Well, how has life been? Hope you are fatter now? And hope you worked on the communication skills you were singing to yourself about? Enough with the pleasantries...

Disobedience has many ways of kicking you in the rib cage, especially those little little "tombolo" ones... like it will just hit you without expectation.

Finally, WORK ON YOUR COMMUNICATION SKILLS JOR (please).