This is their 41st night as victims of terrorists! Little children!!! 41 Nights!!!
God!! God!! Innocent children, toddlers! Teachers! Parents! Ah!!! 😭😭😭.
Eleda, ma sun o🤲🏻😭. Olorun iye, s’aanu won! Ah!!! 😭😭😭
Big respect to my fellow “Bar Aspirants” who are doing life alone during this period (preparation for Call to bar).
I know how much I’ve spent from my own pocket despite having a support system.
Now imagine those life haven’t presented with such opportunity, respect❤️
I just hit 200,000 followers on Instagram, and it’s safe to say that I’m pretty overwhelmed, but in the best way possible.🥹
Having 200,000 people relate to my thoughts, stories, and experiences enough to hit the “follow” button is no small thing, and I don’t take a single one of my community members for granted.❤️🥹
This milestone feels even more special because it reminds me of how much I genuinely love what I do. Storytelling has opened doors I never imagined, and I’m excited for what comes next.
In another lifetime, I’d still choose my mom to be my mom because there is something about being loved by her that has shaped the entire way I experience this world. I would choose her again because she made difficult seasons feel survivable even when she herself was tired. So in another lifetime, I would still search for her. Still hope I get her laugh again. Still hope I get her voice calling my name again. Still hope I get to sit beside her in kitchens, in cars, in church, at events, at home, at work, in ordinary moments that never feel important until years later.
Because if I’m being honest, no matter how many lifetimes exist, I think I would always want to begin in the one she’s existent in. 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘆, 𝗠𝗮𝗺𝗮. I love you.💓
We don’t talk about it enough, but the first sign that you’re not okay, that you’re trying so hard not to fall apart rarely looks like a panic attack or suddenly breaking down and crying out of nowhere. Most times, it shows up in the little ways your body and mind try to tell you, “Something’s off.”🥺