Amaka Ogbechie

18/09/2025

13/09/2025

Wow

12/09/2025

Some of us belong to a very special tribe. We are the ones who will spend hours at the market scrutinising tomatoes, bargaining with three different sellers, and finally walking home feeling utterly convinced we picked the wrong ones. We’ll buy a dress, a bag, or even a kitchen utensil and, no matter how pretty or practical, still think, “I should have bought the other one… or maybe not bought anything at all.”

It’s not that we don’t know what we like; it’s that our minds are experts at replaying every possible option, every alternate scenario, until we’re sure we’ve been cheated or missed something better. Decisions, no matter how small, feel like tightropes over pits of regret.

And yet, this trait has shaped me into someone who pours encouragement into others. When I meet people who make decisions with ease, I admire their clarity and often share what I have with them, trusting their choices when I can’t trust mine. And when I meet a fellow indecisive soul, I become their calm voice, guiding them gently toward reassurance. I remind them that their choice is valid, valuable, and no better option could have been made because this one belongs to their story.

Perhaps that’s the quiet gift of the indecisive bunch—we wrestle with our own uncertainties so deeply that when we help someone else decide, it feels like a small act of liberation, for them and for us

11/09/2025

My decision skills are a work in progress but I’m still learning to make the best of my situation by being some else’s inner voice ゚viralシfypシ゚

17/08/2025

Man U at top 4,

can I hear an Amen!🙌🏽

09/08/2025

Perfect day for ice cream, so why not??

I get whatever I want!

03/08/2025

It came like morning on a restless night,
Soft as a whisper, gentle and light.

A breeze that stirred both leaf and soul,
A quiet pause that made me whole. No words, no noise—just open sky,

A moment to breathe, to laugh, to cry. To let the weight fall from my chest, And trade the chaos for simple rest. It smelled of hope, of rain, of spring,

Of letting go and everything. Not loud or grand, but calm and clear—Just life reminding:

You’re still here.

26/07/2025

🤣🤣

25/07/2025

🤣🤣🤣

14/06/2025

Positive vibezz only💖

12/05/2025

There are places that don’t just offer sights, but stories—Tirana was that for me. I didn’t expect a fairytale when I booked my trip. But from the moment I arrived, the city unfolded like a beautifully illustrated book I didn’t want to put down. Tirana welcomed me with colours—vibrant murals, sunlit cafés, and the warm hues of kind strangers’ smiles. The rhythm of the city was a gentle heartbeat, blending history and modern life in a way that felt effortlessly magical. Every corner held something unexpected: the surreal beauty of the Grand Park, the hidden stories whispered by Bunk’Art’s walls, and the golden evenings spent walking under the soft lights of Skanderbeg Square. From the moment I arrived, Tirana wrapped me in its vibrant charm. The heart of the city, Skanderbeg Square, was my first stop. Wide, open, and buzzing with energy, it felt like the perfect place to begin my adventure. The square seemed to breathe with history, and as I stood beneath the towering statue of Skanderbeg, I could almost hear echoes of Albania’s past mingling with the laughter of children playing nearby. A short walk led me to one of the city’s most iconic landmarks—the Pyramid of Tirana. Part monument, part mystery, it stood as a symbol of the city’s transformation. Climbing its steps gave me a surprising sense of freedom, as if I was stepping beyond the ordinary into something uniquely Tirana. But the moment that truly swept me off my feet was my ride on the Dajti Ekspres. Gliding over the treetops in a glassy cable car, I watched the city fade below and the Dajti Mountain rise to greet me. The view from the top was nothing short of magical—rolling hills, fresh mountain air, and a silence that spoke louder than words. It felt like time had paused just for me. Each evening, I returned to the city to find it glowing with life. Cafés spilled onto sidewalks, music drifted through alleyways, and locals welcomed me with open hearts and genuine curiosity. Tirana didn’t just offer sights—it offered connection. Tirana taught me that fairytales don’t always involve castles or dragons. Sometimes, they’re made of laughter with new friends, flavors you can’t pronounce but never forget, and the quiet joy of getting lost in a place that somehow feels like it was waiting for you all along. My fairytale wasn’t written in a book. It was lived in Tirana—and I’ll be telling that story for a long time. Pazari i Ri , TID Tirana

09/05/2025

Picture perfect!