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There was a time I held onto everything — mistakes, regrets, old friendships, expectations, even grudges. I believed that holding on meant strength, meant loyalty, meant being right. But life, in its quiet

As a Nigerian, a typical one at that, one who has lived his life modestly while following home teachings, I would say that my life pattern is following a routine that has existed before me and I have not

source If you’re a human who is alive, the society you grew up in has Ideas about what happiness looks like. These ideas have permeated our lives since the moment we could understand shapes and colors;