09/06/2026
Last week Friday, I discovered something about myself. π
And honestly, I wasn't prepared for it.
So after work, I stopped at a nearby supermarket to buy just one thing.
Just one thing o.
Bread.
That was the assignment. Buy bread and go home.
Simple.
As I entered the supermarket, trust me na π I carried a basket.
Big mistake. Pheww
Because once you carry a basket, your brain automatically starts behaving like a billionaire π
I walked past the snacks section.
I saw biscuits. I said, Let me just add one.
Then I saw juice. I added it.
Then chocolate. Added.
Then tissue paper. Added.
Then body spray. Added. π
Before I knew it, the basket was looking like I came to stock a mini supermarket. Who sent you kwanu
I was feeling responsible and productive all at once, only me o, ije uwa
In my head, I was already congratulating myself for being an organized mother.
Then I got to the cashier. The woman started scanning the items.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Every beep was sounding like a warning siren. π’
My confidence started reducing, Ada who sent you? π π
I asked casually, How much is everything?
She mentioned the amount.
I laughed. Not because it was funny.
But because my spirit left my body and returned within seconds, where e want go before π
I quickly started calculating.
If I remove the juice...
And remove the chocolate...
And maybe the body spray can wait till next month...
The cashier just stood there watching me negotiate with my destiny.
One by one, I removed items.
At the end of everything...
Guess what I went home with?
The bread I came to buy in the first place.
Nothing more. Nothing less. No body should stress me jare.
As I was leaving, the cashier smiled and said,
Madam, see you tomorrow.
The confidence with which she said it ehn...
As if she knew I would come back for the things I abandoned. π π
The lesson?
Many of us are carrying baskets for things we don't really need.
More responsibilities.
More pressure.
More commitments.
More stress.
Meanwhile, the thing that truly matters is already in our hands.
Sometimes wisdom is not in adding more.
Sometimes wisdom is knowing what to leave behind.
But between me and you...
What are inside the big basket you're carrying?
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