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26/07/2025

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20/07/2025

I really love nature.
There’s just something about being in a quiet place like this.

The sun is setting, everything feels calm, and the breeze is cool on my skin.
This yellow sun in the sky makes everything look so peaceful and beautiful.

Sometimes, when life feels too stressful or noisy, I just wish I could stay in moments like this forever.

Nature has a way of making me feel relaxed, happy, and at peace.

This isn’t just a photo—it’s a feeling I’ll never forget.

15/07/2025

I can literally stay indoors for 3+ days without stepping outside — especially on my off days.
People always ask me how I cope 😂… but what they don’t understand is, I might actually have a lowkey phobia for going out. 😩🤣

Most of my time indoors? My eyes are glued to a screen — either editing content, watching movies, learning something new, or just overthinking and brainstorming 50 ideas at once.
As long as I have enough supplies, I’m good.
But the day I run out of food or snacks? Wahala pro max! 😭 Because the thought of stepping out is a whole battle on its own.

One time, I literally stayed a whole day without eating — not because I didn’t have money o, but because I was mentally dodging the outside world. 😂

Please tell me I’m not alone in this😩. Who else can relate? 👀💀

13/07/2025

When they say “ Work from home “ 😂

01/07/2025

Olanma part 4

01/07/2025

My brain must be wondering what it did to deserve this much work.
I’ve been putting it through a lot lately. It might even think I’m stressing it out 😅
But seriously, I’m not—I'm just letting it do what it was made to do.

It’s not up there for fancy.
We really need to be productive 😂

30/06/2025

Success doesn’t happen by luck — it’s built in silence, one sleepless night at a time.

When people finally see the results, they won’t know about the hours behind the screen, the mental battles, the self-discipline, and the quiet sacrifices. But I’ll know. And it’ll all be worth it.

Because I’m not just dreaming… I’m working for it. 💻✨

29/06/2025

He said he was going to buy bread.
That was seven years ago.

We were living in a small flat in Enugu. I remember it like yesterday — the way he wore his slippers halfway, grabbed ₦500 from the table, and said,
“I’m coming, babe. Let me buy bread at Mama Chika’s place.”

He never came back.

We searched hospitals. We checked police stations. We asked friends. We even went to churches for "revelation." Some said he ran away. Some said he was kidnapped. Some said maybe he had another woman.

But deep in my heart, I didn’t believe it.

Not for one second.

Months passed. Then years. I raised our daughter alone. I stopped talking about him. People told me to move on. I tried. But a part of me never did.

Then yesterday…

Someone knocked on the gate.
I opened it. And froze.

He was standing there.
In a military uniform.
Beard full. Eyes sunken. Body lean. But it was him.

"Amaka…” he said. His voice cracked.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to faint. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to hug him. I just stood there, confused.

He walked in slowly, sat down, and told me everything.

The riots that broke out near Ziks Avenue that day.
The wrong place at the wrong time.
How he was mistaken for a gang member.
How he was dragged, beaten, and taken by force to a camp across the border.

They forced him into a group. He escaped two years later but was captured again and conscripted into another rebel militia. He finally got rescued by soldiers and was trained. That’s how he joined the army.

He didn’t have access to a phone. He didn’t know how to find me again. He had just been transferred back to Enugu.

And the first place he came to…

Was home.

Now he’s sitting in the living room.
Our daughter is asleep.
I’m here, writing this, still in shock.

I don’t know what tomorrow holds.
But for the first time in 7 years…
We are three in this house again.

🕊️
What would you do if this happened to you?
Would you take him back or ask him to leave?