Kestrel

Gifted Star ! IG @kestrel_la

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Delay is not denial 📌

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@withloveru_ What a woman indeed ✨

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@withloveru_ This is a song ✨

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One day your best picture becomes your obituary picture ����

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Careless whisper is probably one of my favorite song to sing, it carries so much emotion on every line… ugggh chills

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Who wants to be my manager ?

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@JayBisen473370 Money

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No face no case

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@ChuksEmma947401 How do I apply

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I literally came on this app to tweet how I feel, but you already summed it all up. So all I’ll say is I’m tired.

[Eniolaa’s Corner @Bignameeniolaa]

I don’t know how to rest anymore.

I wake up already behind.
My worth feels tied to what I produce, and my mind never really clocks out.
Even my thoughts sound like deadlines.

I think one of the strangest parts of building something meaningful is how it slowly convinces you that you’re only as valuable as your output.

Lately, I’ve been exhausted in a way sleep doesn’t fix.
The kind of tired that sits behind your eyes before the day even begins.

From the outside, it probably doesn’t show.

People say, “You’re so consistent.”
“How are you doing all of this?”

And I smile.

Because what they’re seeing today is often work I did months ago.
What looks like momentum is sometimes just preparation finally catching up.

But behind all of that?

I’m tired.

Not because I don’t love what I’m building - I do. Deeply.
That’s what makes it so confusing.

You can be grateful and exhausted at the same time. Both can be true.

I recently finished something that should have felt like a huge win - an ebook I once prayed I’d have the courage to create. I made my first sale without launching it properly.

And before I even celebrated it, my mind had already moved on.

What’s next?
Don’t slow down.
Keep going.

When did I stop allowing myself to arrive before rushing to leave again?

I don’t know.

Rest has started to feel like I’m falling behind. Like I’m breaking an unspoken contract with my future.

If I do nothing for a day, I don’t feel rested. I feel guilty. As if my dreams are watching me, taking notes.

And that’s a heavy way to live.

Sometimes I don’t want to create at all. I just want to exist without being perceived, without tracking progress, without wondering if I’ve disappeared for too long.

Just… be.

Maybe that’s what ambition doesn’t prepare you for - the way it gets so loud you forget your own voice underneath it.

And the higher the dream gets, the more unfamiliar you feel inside it. Not because you don’t belong, but because you’re constantly becoming someone you’ve never been before.

It’s uncomfortable. It’s awkward. It’s a little disorienting.

But maybe that’s what becoming actually looks like.

Not certainty. Not ease. Just quiet persistence through unfamiliar versions of yourself.

I don’t have a perfect conclusion for this. I’m still learning.

But I’m starting to understand this:

Rest is not quitting. Silence is not laziness. Pausing is not failure. And my worth has never been measured by how much I can carry without breaking.

So this is my confession.

I’m tired. Not ungrateful. Not uninspired. Just tired.

And maybe the bravest thing I can do today isn’t producing something new.

Maybe it’s believing I don’t have to earn the right to rest.

Maybe I already have.

If you’re reading this and you’ve been carrying that same invisible pressure, I hope you remember:

The life you’re building deserves a healthy version of you. Not just a productive one.

And maybe… just maybe… we’ll learn how to rest before our bodies forces us to.

[Eniolaa’s Corner @Bignameeniolaa]

I don’t know how to rest anymore.

I wake up already behind.
My worth feels tied to what I produce, and my mind never really clocks out.
Even my thoughts sound like deadlines.

I think one of the strangest parts of building something meaningful is how it slowly convinces you that you’re only as valuable as your output.

Lately, I’ve been exhausted in a way sleep doesn’t fix.
The kind of tired that sits behind your eyes before the day even begins.

From the outside, it probably doesn’t show.

People say, “You’re so consistent.”
“How are you doing all of this?”

And I smile.

Because what they’re seeing today is often work I did months ago.
What looks like momentum is sometimes just preparation finally catching up.

But behind all of that?

I’m tired.

Not because I don’t love what I’m building - I do. Deeply.
That’s what makes it so confusing.

You can be grateful and exhausted at the same time. Both can be true.

I recently finished something that should have felt like a huge win - an ebook I once prayed I’d have the courage to create. I made my first sale without launching it properly.

And before I even celebrated it, my mind had already moved on.

What’s next?
Don’t slow down.
Keep going.

When did I stop allowing myself to arrive before rushing to leave again?

I don’t know.

Rest has started to feel like I’m falling behind. Like I’m breaking an unspoken contract with my future.

If I do nothing for a day, I don’t feel rested. I feel guilty. As if my dreams are watching me, taking notes.

And that’s a heavy way to live.

Sometimes I don’t want to create at all. I just want to exist without being perceived, without tracking progress, without wondering if I’ve disappeared for too long.

Just… be.

Maybe that’s what ambition doesn’t prepare you for - the way it gets so loud you forget your own voice underneath it.

And the higher the dream gets, the more unfamiliar you feel inside it. Not because you don’t belong, but because you’re constantly becoming someone you’ve never been before.

It’s uncomfortable. It’s awkward. It’s a little disorienting.

But maybe that’s what becoming actually looks like.

Not certainty. Not ease. Just quiet persistence through unfamiliar versions of yourself.

I don’t have a perfect conclusion for this. I’m still learning.

But I’m starting to understand this:

Rest is not quitting. Silence is not laziness. Pausing is not failure. And my worth has never been measured by how much I can carry without breaking.

So this is my confession.

I’m tired. Not ungrateful. Not uninspired. Just tired.

And maybe the bravest thing I can do today isn’t producing something new.

Maybe it’s believing I don’t have to earn the right to rest.

Maybe I already have.

If you’re reading this and you’ve been carrying that same invisible pressure, I hope you remember:

The life you’re building deserves a healthy version of you. Not just a productive one.

And maybe… just maybe… we’ll learn how to rest before our bodies forces us to.

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@GivethLilly_Ola @fccpcnigeria It is true o
They still owing o

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@FCCPCNigeria
I am reporting Pwan Buy2Sell for breach of contract. They refuse to attend their head office and have given no concrete response. I request urgent FCCPC intervention to protect my consumer rights.

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Stop with me before I turn you to a song

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Killing your ego.

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And for the first time, I saw myself above them.

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Stubborn hope 🕊

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Wetin de happen for this country gannnn

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This girl did the Sydney talkers challenge and whatttttt

[YH @Yemihazan]

We are NOT moving on.. 27 days, still no rescue....

Rescue the kids and Teachers.

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Love ittt

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Despite being worth millions of dollars and also being a celebrity, Kodak black still act this way in public. Is he really okay?

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I’m tired.