Girl to girl: study the patterns in your family. Look at what distracted, delayed, or derailed the women before you, then make intentional decisions to break those cycles.
refuse to be a victim of generational curses ❤️
Girls, please PICK THE GENTLE ONE. The kind one. The one who brings you peace. The protective one. The one who is sure of you. The one who respects you. The one who understands your silence. The one who sees your heart without judgement. The one who holds your dreams with care.
My boyfriend could tell something was wrong because I stopped laughing at things I normally would. He didn’t corner me with questions. He didn’t demand explanations.
He just adjusted.
He started picking me up instead of asking me to commute alone.
He made playlists and played them softly in the background when we were quiet.
He’d say, “You don’t have to talk. I just like being near you.”
One night I finally told him I felt overwhelmed, like I was failing at everything at once. I expected him to debate it. To list my achievements. To argue me out of my feelings.
He didn’t.
He said, “That sounds exhausting,” and let me finish every sentence without rushing it. When I cried, he didn’t look uncomfortable. He just passed me tissues and kept holding my hand like nothing about me was inconvenient.
The next day, he still teased me about stealing his hoodie. Still argued about what to watch. Still kissed me the same way.
He didn’t turn my breakdown into my identity.
That’s when I understood something: real love doesn’t flinch when you’re not at your best. It doesn’t shrink when things get heavy.
My mom’s older brother passed away a few years ago. He was the quiet type. Lived in the same modest house for decades. Wore old flannels. Fixed his own car. No one ever thought of him as “well off.”
After he died, we learned he had been buying small life insurance policies over the years. Not for himself. For his nieces and nephews.
In his will, he left each of us a payout that would only be released for one thing: education, starting a business, or a down payment on a first home.
No speeches. No “remember me” letter. Just paperwork and signatures.
Turns out he had also been anonymously paying for one cousin’s trade school tuition when their parents couldn’t afford it. None of us knew.
He never posted about helping anyone. Never brought it up at dinner.
He just quietly positioned the next generation a few steps ahead.
Sometimes love looks like preparation no one sees coming.
For my final act of love, I will leave you alone for the rest of your life. I’ll gladly be the villain in your story as long as it means I chose my own peace and sanity.
"dEpREsSiOn cAn'T hiT a MOvinG taRGeT" buddy you can't be busy all the time. your thoughts will find you one saturday evening and try to kill you on sunday. pls stfu respectfully
I remember one time my mum asked me to wash the bathroom while she goes to the market (cos I hate gong to the market)
She went to the market, sprained her ankle and dad had to take her to the clinic to get it checked out. Turns out it was worst than we thought and she needed a cast and clutches.
My dad dropped her and dashed off again. She came to her room, found out I still hadn't washed the bathroom and what she did next was something I'll never forget for as long as I live.
My mum, clutches under her arm, covering her ankle down to her feet picked up a brush and began to wash the bathroom.
E no get beg wey I no beg that evening for her to give me the brush to continue, she refused. I begged, i cried, no way.
When I saw that wasn't working, I just started praying in my mind that my dad doesn't come back and see what was happening. That my mum doesn't slip and fall while washing that bathroom.
Anyway dad didn't come back while she was at it and mum didn't slip.
But I learnt a lifelong lesson that day. Without saying a word, my mum thought me all the lessons I needed to learn in life that day.
I still remember that day today and it just dampens my spirit 🥺
I got it that day and even more so now.