Chinwe Writes, Afikpo (2025)

10/06/2025

GRACE, CONSISTENCY & UNAPOLOGETIC GREATNESS

Let me talk about a woman who didn’t just enter the fashion scene she walked in with purpose, stitched her name in bold, and hasn’t looked back since. I look at her each time and am in awe.

Veekee James.

Whether you love what she does or you’re still “trying to understand it” one thing you cannot deny is this:

That woman is DEDICATED to her craft.

Every cut, every thread, every show-stopping moment she creates? It’s not by luck.
It’s by grace, skill, and mad consistency.

They say “too extra.”
They say “too loud.”
They say “not necessary.”

But she keeps showing up. Keeps creating.
Keeps showing young women that excellence and God can live in the same room.
That you don’t have to shrink to shine.
That you can be soft and spiritual, glamorous and grounded all at once.

And let’s be honest this kind of confidence? This kind of bold, unapologetic authenticity?
It rattles people.

But Veekee? She didn’t come to make everyone comfortable.
She came to walk in her purpose.

You don’t have to agree with everything she does.
But you must respect a woman who knows who she is and shows up for her assignment every single time.

Dear woman reading this, may you be so committed to your calling, that opinions become background noise, myself included.

Just like Veekee.

10/06/2025

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10/06/2025

I have watched this space and read with apt attention about the wheel barrow trend !

The Lady simply made a proverbial analogy ! whether you agree with how she chose to write her analysis or not, she was simply saying that there is dignity in labour! And as usual a lot of us have decided to literally give meaning to her writing.

Onye Ike dizikwa jee kwaba barrow.

At the end of the day, give her flowers! , her ability to shake the this space is no mean feat at all.

Don’t come and preach on my space oo. This is my own submission.

10/06/2025

Wow! I’ve noticed so many new faces in our little corner of Facebook these past few days!

I see you, I appreciate you, and I want to know you 💕💕

So let’s play a quick game:

Answer these 5 in the comments

1. Name + where you’re tuning in from

2. Tea or coffee?

3. What do you do by day? (Or what do you wish you were doing?)
4. One fun fact about you 😄

5. Why did you follow this page? (No pressure, say the truth o 🤣)

I’ll go first in the comments. Let’s make this a vibe!

09/06/2025

Your Brain Is Like an Engine ,Oil It or Watch It Knock

Let me tell you something they don’t say enough:
The human brain is not magic ,it’s a machine. A powerful engine.

But like any engine, if you don’t oil it consistently, it’ll start misfiring.

Confusion, overwhelm, giving up ,all signs that you’ve stopped applying yourself.

Now, I know how frustrating it is to keep hearing “unfortunately, you were not selected…” I’ve been there!

Or to try and try, and still feel stuck on square one.
But listen ,repetition is your oil.

Practice is your fuel.
And every single “no” is just an adjustment in the engine room.

Don’t let one rejection make you forget your brilliance.

Don’t let one mistake convince you your mind isn’t sharp.

Keep learning.
Keep reading.
Keep applying.
Keep trying.

Because even the best engines need regular maintenance to perform.

One day soon, it’ll click ,and the same brain that once felt stuck will roar like a machine in motion.

Just keep oiling it.

09/06/2025

The Only Validation a Daughter Truly Needs…

Let’s talk, mama to mama.

I’ve seen it too many times ,strong, beautiful girls shrinking themselves, seeking validation from the wrong places.

Why? Because the very first man meant to affirm them… was either absent, silent, or emotionally unavailable.

Here’s what I’ve come to believe and live:

A daughter who receives love, attention, and validation from her father walks through life with a certain emotional balance.

She doesn’t second-guess her worth.
She doesn’t fall for crumbs when she’s meant to feast.

She knows she is enough, because the first man in her life made her feel seen.

But life isn’t always that neat, is it?

So what happens when there’s no father in the picture? Or when the dad is physically there but emotionally… meh?

Let me tell you what I know, not what I heard:

When a mother rises ,with presence, with strength, with consistency ,she becomes both foundation and covering.

I’ve seen women raise daughters with so much love and stability, you’d never guess a father figure was missing.

Because emotional security doesn’t only come from a man’s presence.

It comes from being seen.
Being heard.
Being nurtured.

And guess what? A mother’s love, when intentional, is just as powerful. Sometimes even more.

So if you’re reading this and thinking:

“I’m raising my daughter alone… can I still give her what she needs emotionally?”

My answer is YES !!! 100 times yes.
Your love is enough.
Your presence is enough.
Your words, your hugs, your affirmations… they are shaping her soul.

And if you’re raising a daughter with an active, loving father?

Even better ,let him know it’s not about buying toys or paying school fees.

It’s about eye contact.
It’s about saying “I love you.”
It’s about telling her she’s beautiful before the world teaches her to doubt it.

Truth is: validation doesn’t come from the loudness of a father’s voice, but from the steadiness of his love.

And where he’s not present, Mama’s love can step in with double portion grace.

We’re raising emotionally strong girls over here ,with or without a dad in the photo.

09/06/2025

5 Things My Mum Insisted On (Even When I Rolled My Eyes) Now I’m Passing Them Down to My Daughter

I didn’t grow up with silver spoons. In fact, some of our spoons had dents and the tablecloths were “special occasion only” (aka Christmas and Easter).
But one thing my mum didn’t joke with? Etiquette.
From the way I sat to how I greeted guests, she was big on the little things ,and back then, I honestly found it annoying.

I’d mutter “ehn mummy, it’s not that deep,” but now, as a mum raising a girl of my own, I get it.
The same lessons I once rolled my eyes at? I’m now proudly passing them on. Here’s why:

1. How to Set a Proper Table (Even if We’re Just Eating Indomie)

Mummy would arrange the table like we had Queen Elizabeth visiting. Spoon here, knife there, water glass just so.

Now I realise it wasn’t about impressing anyone it was about teaching excellence in the everyday.
Now I teach my girl that presentation is power. Whether it’s a family meal or a fancy dinner, walk in like you belong.

2. Smell Nice, Feel Nice :Personal Hygiene is Feminine Power

If I came home smelling like P.E. sweat and dry fish, my mum wouldn’t even greet me. “Go and bathe, abeg!”
She drilled hygiene into my bones , proper washing, clean un**es, smelling fresh always.

Now I tell my daughter the same thing: “You’re not just a girl, you’re a lady. Smell like one. Carry yourself like one.”

3. Eat With Class, Not Like You’re Fighting the Food

My mum had eyes like hawk. One big spoonful and she’d say, “Chinwe, eat like a lady!”

I was so irritated 😅 but now I get it. It wasn’t about food it was about discipline.

I teach my daughter to chew gently, sit upright, and never rush. You’re not in a food war. You’re nourishing your body.

4. Sit Properly ; It’s Not Just About Poise, It’s About Presence

“Cross your legs, back straight.”
My mum would remind me every single Sunday at church. And yes, it felt like torture at the time.

But now, I see how posture speaks before you even open your mouth. I tell my girl: “When you walk into a room, let your posture say, ‘I know who I am.’”

5. Speak Softly, But Don’t Shrink Your Voice

Mum didn’t raise a noisemaker ; but she did raise a communicator.

She taught me that being classy isn’t about being silent; it’s about speaking with kindness, clarity, and control.

I remind my daughter: “Your voice is powerful. Use it wisely not to tear down, but to stand tall.”

The truth is: my mum was preparing me for rooms she had never been in and I honour her by passing those same lessons on.

So no, I didn’t grow up rich.
But I grew up well-raised.

And now I’m raising girl to carry grace like a birthright and just like nature hands you back what you give out😜 she is rolling her eyes back at me .

Thank you, Mum. You were right all along. 💜

08/06/2025

Dear Chinwe Writes Fam,

So I woke up to one of the most iconic diplomatic documents of our time. Not from the United Nations, not from the NHS, no. It came from my cousin’s kitchen and was sent to me like top-tier classified intelligence.

A letter. Written by her second daughter,
Aged somewhere between shortbread-loving and freedom of speech demanding. Ikegwuru ihe a na amu ugbu a !!

Pardon me, take time and read through, don’t mind my long write-up

The Great Pancake Ultimatum🤣

Imagine my cousin minding her business in the early hours of the morning, likely half-asleep and trying to figure out if she dreamed about making breakfast or if it was a divine warning…

And boom!
This handwritten manifesto landed on her table:

“Dear Mommy,
I think we should have pancakes or waffles for breakfast. So what do you think? Write back please and tell me.
PS: I’ll be eating some shortbread cookies while you are making it. Bye Bye.”

Excuse me?! 😂

Shortbread while you’re cooking pancakes or waffles? Not “may I help?” Not “do you want tea, mummy?”
Just straight-up I’ll be snacking while you handle the kitchen assignment. Full boss baby energy.

Just on at 7:35 or what time it is.”

Let’s also talk about the timestamp.

Sis didn’t say “tomorrow morning” or “when you’re free.”
She said Just on at 7:35 or what time it is.

I had to pause and laugh because I too have children and I KNOW this energy.

Time is a suggestion to them. Pancakes are urgent. And parental sleep? Optional.

The Rank System

She signed off with: “From your lovely second daughter,

She gave herself a title. Not just “your daughter,” oh no.
SECOND daughter.

And you know what they say about second children 🤣🤣🤣

Like we’re distributing Olympic medals of motherhood affection.

The Power Play

As my cousin was still reading and blinking in disbelief, was already munching shortbread cookies in the living room like a small senator waiting for policy approval.

Every few minutes, she would come around with this look that said,
“So what’s the decision, Madam Chairwoman of Pancakes?”

I saw the letter and laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my tea. It wasn’t a breakfast request it was a fully orchestrated kitchen coup.

After a long reflection on this matter, here is my submission 🤣
1. Children of nowadays are not here to beg—they negotiate.
2. Shortbread is now breakfast currency.
3. Be careful who you give paper and pen to. You might find yourself reporting to them.
4. Your kitchen is a democracy, but your child is the president.

So to all the mothers, aunties, and caregivers raising the next generation of bold leaders, hold your spatulas tight. They are watching, learning, and writing letters with strategy.

Forwarded with love and laughter from my cousin’s kitchen to yours.

PS; Babe if you see your food and letter Ndo 🤣🤣

07/06/2025

Some people don’t like you! But they will stay friends with you anyways

Oburo nnu nwinch bikonu.

07/06/2025

LET’S BE HONEST OO !! NOBODY REALLY DISAPPOINTED YOU.

You were just expecting loyalty from convenience.

You gave “forever” to people who were only passing through because real fact is in life there are people who are just passing through your life 🤣🤣

You handed over your heart, your secrets, your softest parts to humans.

And guess what?

They acted like humans.

Let’s be real, They didn’t disappoint you .They just revealed themselves.

The problem was never them.

It was the unrealistic pedestal you placed them on.

You gave God-level trust to flawed, fragile people.
And now you’re shocked they couldn’t carry the weight?

But hear me, love:
This isn’t your cue to harden your heart ,It’s your reminder to adjust your expectations.

Because only God is constant.
Only God is all-knowing.
Only God never fails.

Everyone else? They’re just trying to figure life out, same as you.

So dust your heart, realign your trust, and move forward with grace. Remain Kind, not nice and Phoolish!

People will be people ,but you, you will be wiser.

💜

07/06/2025

After the Reggae play the Blues! After the cry comes the smile😂😂

My Mother will often say Akwa anaghi Egbu nwata!

Meaning that crying does not Kpai a child!!

Crying never solves any problem, crying is actually good for emotional stability.

Let them cry and learn at the same time. Cuddle them when they are done crying and give them valid reasons why things should be done right.

07/06/2025

NOTHING WAS EVER ACHIEVED SLEEPING ,EVEN MY KIDS ARE LEARNING THAT THE HARD WAY 😅

Every Saturday, it’s the same routine:
My daughter heads off for her Junior Ensemble violin performance, and my son gears up for his kickboxing class.

Sounds fancy, right?
But behind the scenes?
Wahala.

This morning, I gently woke them up, and guess what?
They both burst into tears like I just told them Santa moved to Canada.

“I don’t want to goooo!”
My daughter sobbed.
My son joined in for dramatic effect.
(At this point I’m convinced I’m raising Nollywood actors.)

Now, on a normal day, I would have gone full Naija mummy mode
“Will you get up from that bed?! When I was your age…”

But today was different.

I’ve been having such a refreshing week with the Holy Spirit He’s been teaching, correcting, and lovingly grooming me in this motherhood journey.
He reminded me:
“How many times have I nudged you toward things that are good for you, and you resisted?
Saying, ‘Lord this is too much,’ or ‘I’m not ready’?
Yet I didn’t shout. I guided.”

So today, instead of shouting, I guided.

While my daughter was still crying, I held her and whispered,
“Nothing was ever achieved sleeping, my love.”
She sniffled and muttered, “But rest is important.”

And I smiled and said,
“True but rest comes after you’ve shown up and done the work.”

My son gave me that look you know the one but he went to brush his teeth without another word. (Victory)

Next thing, we’re having a full question-and-answer session about life, responsibilities, and why success doesn’t come to those who snooze. 😂

Here’s the thing, mama:
We’re not just raising kids, we’re raising destiny carriers.
And sometimes the lessons start with a Saturday struggle and end with a little more grace, patience, and a Holy Spirit nudge.

Keep showing up. Keep guiding. And yes keep waking them up.
Because nothing great was ever achieved sleeping.
Not even purpose.

💜

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