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NOTHING IS MAGIC.

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There’s this park in school that is always surprisingly clean. Like, neat neat. Every single time and I used to wonder how it manages to maintain that state with the several cars that park there daily. Students rushing in and out, tyres dragging sand, pure chaos sometimes. Yet the place will just be shining like it has personal bodyguards. Only for me to pass there yesterday because I had a Saturday class and guess what? I saw people cleaning it. Actual human beings, sweeping, arranging, packing dirt. Doing the work. It felt odd at first. Like I had just caught the park in a vulnerable moment. And suddenly everything made sense. I now feel silly for lowkey thinking it was magic. The way it always maintained that clean state every time I saw it. As if cleanliness just “happened” as if order just stayed. But seeing the process explained the result, and it made me think, nothing is magic. Even magic is a result of unseen or invisible actions. There is always something happenin...

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There comes a time in one’s life when you come to the shocking realisation that nobody is coming to save you. And the funny thing is, you have always known this. It has always been somewhere in your head as a fact. But it was theoretical. Just something you could quote and nod to. Then life shows you a shade and you’re like “damn” because see how quickly that theory is turning into reality. Life happens. Every single day. Good days. Bad days. Confusing days. Days you want to disappear small. And the crazy thing is, no matter how bad it gets, you will survive. Somehow, you always do. That issue you are stressing over right now? You will get past it. You will look back one day and almost laugh at how it kept you up at night. And somehow, in the very dramatic way life works, you might even land yourself in a much messier mess. Because growth does not retire. It keeps stretching you. Like the words I used to end my fresher’s welcome spoken word piece, “Growth is not comfortable, dreams do ...

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“All Christians are believers but not all believers are Christians.” ~ X I read somewhere that being a believer is accepting Christ, believing in what He did on the cross, and confessing with your mouth that Jesus is Lord. The Bible even says in Romans 10:9 that if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. But being a Christian goes beyond that. Christian, as the name implies, means Christlike. It means looking like Him, sounding like Him, loving like Him, living like Him. These terms are often used interchangeably. We assume that once someone believes in Christ, the person automatically becomes Christlike. And yes, believing comes first. You cannot become like someone you do not believe in. But they are not exactly the same thing. One is the beginning. The other is the journey. We were taught in Sunday school that the believers in the Bible were first called Christians in Antioch. That says a lot if w...

Hello there!!

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Gist o’clock. I had a photoshoot today and as a result I had a full blown facebeat. And let me tell you, I was deeply intrigued by the whole process. What really stood out to me was how the makeup artist literally turned my face into something that looked like it belonged in a horror movie at first. I’m not even exaggerating. The layers were plenty, the colors were loud. At some point I was just sitting there thinking, “Ma, where exactly are we going with this?” It looked chaotic, like too much  But I kept quiet and watched. And then, somewhere between the final blend and the setting spray, magic happened. Everything came together. The same layers that looked confusing suddenly made sense. The same colors that felt excessive started complementing each other.  That was when it hit me. Sometimes the process looks messy. Sometimes it feels like too much is happening at once. Too many layers. Too many pressures. Too many things you cannot explain. It may even look like...

ANGRY ENOUGH.

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I read somewhere that anger is a potent spice, yet too much of it makes you lose your senses. I like to say that just the way we have necessary evil, that is how we have necessary anger. There is a degree of anger you need to do certain things, you need moderate rage to finally move on from what keeps embarrassing you.  You need vexation to double your effort and do better, you need raw anger to employ self discipline, you need anger to finally say enough is enough, you need anger to walk out of situations that no longer serve you. Because let us be honest, calmness does not always move mountains, you've got to get angry every now and then so as to switch things up. Sometimes patience will make you tolerate nonsense for too long.  There is an anger that wakes you up, the one that makes you look at your life and say no, this cannot be all, the anger that makes you sit down and plan, the anger that pushes you to cut off distractions, the anger that tells you to stop ...

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Today was simple. Not good, and not bad. Just one of those days that pass quietly without drama. I woke up, did what I had to do, ate, laughed small. Got tired fast, and somehow, that was enough. I used to think days had to be productive to be meaningful, like I had to do so much or else, the day was completely useless, but now I am learning that sometimes just showing up is the achievement. Simply breathing through the hours, not quitting on yourself. That counts too. There is peace in ordinary moments if you slow down enough to notice them, the sound of your own thoughts, the comfort of doing nothing for a while. The relief of knowing tomorrow is still coming. Dearest reader, if today felt plain and uneventful, you did not waste it. You lived it. And that is more than enough. @favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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When King Solomon said, “A labourer’s hunger works for him,” he knew exactly what he was saying. Because tell me why I’ve been deeply focused on this particular project for weeks, almost obsessed, waking up and sleeping with it on my mind. Then the very moment upkeep money entered my account, I suddenly forgot how to create time for it. Just like that. Crazy abi? There’s a kind of fire hungry people carry. A quiet desperation that keeps them moving, even when they’re tired, even when nobody is clapping for them. And truth is, that hunger is essential for success. Not greed, but that inner push that refuses to let you rest too early. So I ask, what drives you? What do you want so badly that it keeps you disciplined even on good days? Have you noticed how you can be so locked in, so intentional, and then the moment a little relief comes, you loosen your grip? If we’re being honest, sometimes it means you were never locked in at all. It was just a means to an end. Something to endure, not...