On our way back from service that Thursday night, my son suddenly called out, "Mummy, mummy, see the shadow!" It was a shadow of a potted plant, it's long leaves stretching quietly across the

Earlier yesterday evening, the house turned into a tiny cinema with loud cartoons and louder snack requests. My daughter wanted plantain chips—golden and crunchy. My son, on the other hand, insisted on

While hurrying through the walkway that day at my workplace to submit vital documents for the special kids I care for, a sudden morning light pierced the barred window. It cast a long, straight stripes

Meditating on how @moeknows had described "Haibun and Haiku," which I am not familiar with, will be the basis for my poetic reflection. I find this week's poem to be very daring. I understand

One evening on the street of Alawode, I was walking briskly toward the market, my mind busy with what to prepare for the family. Time was not on my side, and my steps reflected that urgency. Then, suddenly,

That evening, the walk home turned into something fun. The sun was already softening, and the street felt slower as my children and I walked, chatting about the day. Suddenly, my son stopped. He pointed

Before the morning calls the street awake, I gather you against my chest, Your breath a gentle drum, teaching me patience. From the first cry that split the night, I learned courage by answering you. Your

It seems that the @ladiesofhive send me into deep reflection every week. Reflecting on @elizabethbit's question was a little tricky but surprisingly fun. If I could give a gift with the greatest power

Just around 4:16 a.m., that very morning, at the exact time I usually wake to prepare my children's school Items, the power suddenly went off—Oh, goodness gracious! Right when I needed the light the most.

On my way back from service that night, I was walking through the quiet street of Ayodele when I stopped to greet an elderly friend of mine. Oh my goodness—he has such a beautiful garden! Every time I

It rained heavily that very day. I was at my coaching center. The rain was so heavy that I honestly thought it was not going to stop any time soon. Unfortunately, the rain stopped at last. Oh heavens gracious,

@saffisara got me into a deep reflection this morning. I actually shed a few tears and giggled at the same time while going down memory lane as I wrote this down. If Life had a customer-care line, I would

Visiting the elderly woman felt like stepping into a quiet room waiting to exhale. She had been ill for quite some time, yet the moment my family walked in, something shifted. Her face brightened instantly,

While strolling down the walkway at work, I noticed a shadow stretched gracefully before me. I stopped and watched. I was really fascinated by how sunlight sculpted a shadow into art. The scene felt alive

"Draw a sad face," my children said—and just like that, I decided to sketch a sad cartoon face on a simple sheet of paper: the face of a little sad boy, eyes wide and shimmering with heartbreak,

If adulthood had a theme song, mine would be a dramatic violin playing in the background while I try to remember if I actually brushed my teeth or just thought about brushing them. Mental health in an

After the service on Sunday, my family and I paid a visit to an elderly woman who had been unwell. We sat with her, offered words of comfort, and helped with a few household chores. When she smiled and

On Sunday evening, immediately after the service, my family and I decided to visit an elderly woman who has been sick for a while now. Because of her health condition, she was not able to attend the service.

Practicing grateful living means approaching each day with awareness and appreciation— a gentle reminder that tunes my heart to life's quiet blessings. It's not just about listing what I'm thankful for,

I have captured this shadow for a while now; I just decided to save it for later. It's one of those days when, while walking to my coaching center, I walked into a building to purchase something I desired