A FORCED PAUSE...

Ever been so sick that holding your phone felt like a chore?

For someone who’s obsessed with her phone, I had no idea how I survived being unable to hold it.

So yeah, my apologies for not writing yesterday. It sucks a fat one. But heyy, I'm still alive (lol).

I felt terrible about not writing, not because of writer’s block, but because I was literally losing consciousness every two minutes and could only manage a single line. I had to forgive myself.

Yesterday marked the first time in almost two years that I didn’t write, so I had to cut my sick, bedridden self some slack. Like Mr. Pojo says, when things happen to you, it may dampen your emotions, but you must learn to move on.

And moving on starts with forgiving oneself. Life happens, and some errors simply can’t be avoided. No need crying over spilled milk.

But on a more serious note, can someone explain to me why it costs over 20k just to treat malaria and typhoid?

All of this could’ve been avoided if I had just listened to the signs my body was giving me all week. My boss always says that just like a car, the human body gives warning signs before it breaks down, but we usually ignore them.

Forget being stubborn or hating drugs, I’m definitely taking care of my health the next time I get a hint.

Dearest reader, did you miss me?

Hell yeah?

Sha, don’t be like me. Take the hint when you see it. Las las, there’s no smoke without fire.

Guess I haven’t lost my ability to write after all.

@favvy_Okwans🖤.