pixabay It never starts with a ruin nor with a scar, it all starts with a shift so small you almost miss it, a quiet change in texture, a fading colour, where softness where strength used to sit. Nothing

Pixabay you see everybody is waiting for a sign to be directed but t what if the sign is waiting for you?” Let’s be honest, most people are stuck, not because they can’t move, but because they’re watching.

The surgeon swore the appendix was gone, removed, sealed and forgotten. But yet every night, the stitches twitched. He woke to whispers beneath his skin, counting, learning Then on the seventh day, the

pixabay Silence is the loudest sound we’ll ever hear. It speaks when words fail, carrying the whispers of our deepest thoughts and the echoes of what our hearts truly feel. In the stillness, we find the

Pixabay There are days I feel like the woman in the image all drained, wrapped in invisible threads of worry and passing through the street of exhaustion The world keeps shifting, faster than my mind can

Pixabay Morning light filtered through the iron bars, glinting coldly, a reflection of what had become of us. The same path we once walked together now felt like two separate worlds divided by invisible

Ada ignored the old woman’s warning after bumping into her by stepping on her feet, it's just a small thing na. Later that night, her door kept knocking. When she opened it, her own voice whispered,

Eno-abasi sat by her desk, eyes heavy from another sleepless night. The project deadline was close, and her body begged for rest. Still, she pushed on, tired but determined. The strain was real, but so

pixabay My writing journal sits quietly on my desk, yet it has the loudest conversations of my mind and heart. It’s where unfinished thoughts find a place to rest a bit and memories take shape through

Image generated by freewriters on ecency On a quiet city walkway, I stop before a painted wall A mural of a fox and a chicken. But as I stare, the animals fade in my mind, replaced by two people, a man

Image generated by Phuonghoangthuy on pixabay Each bar carried a faint and soothing fragrance, blend of honey, cinnamon, and natural oils. What many saw as a simple bar of soap was, in truth, the result

Image generated by Marionbrun In an environment where healthcare often depends on the size of one’s wallet, surgeons working purposefully in the bright glow of operating lights tells a deeper story. One

Her Voice, Her Power: A Legacy the World Cannot Ignore In a world that has too often underestimated her, silenced her, or expected her to stand in the shadows, she has learned not just to survive, but

A Glance of Innovation: The Human Story Behind 5G In a world where seconds now feel like hours, and delays are silently equated to defeat, innovation has become more than a luxury but it’s survival. At

The she She isn't just torn but ripped, layer by layer, like a memory they tried to erase but couldn’t Her face breathes through the paper wounds, yet fragile Beauty sculpted in silence, held hostage by

The Wall Between Us In a village where red dust lingered in the air like an unspoken truth, a little boy named Tobi leaned against a cracked mud wall. The wall had seen better days, so had Tobi. He was

There was a time when Elias believed love was made of sunshine and apple blossoms. His mother used to say hearts were like orchards: beautiful if tended to, but wild and unkind if left alone. He never

"Beneath the Jacaranda Tree" The first time Leila saw him, the jacaranda tree was in full bloom, scattering purple petals like shy confessions onto the cobbled courtyard of the old university

i wished I counted times I go hungry to school, times I would go to school under the rain, trekking to school thereby getting soaked. So many times my mum selling off her expensive wears to pay some of

Black as scarlet, full of blemish Shackled with heavy burdens and load Lived a life of guilt and shame Gushing out blood from the sores of my eyes instead of tears like that of the red sea The pains of