In the middle of dinner, someone shouts, Sacrifice the lettuce! Suddenly, plates are filled with leafy greens we’d all been avoiding. It turns into a funny challenge who can finish their lettuce first?

In some cases sacrifice is misunderstood for suffering, yes it can be a period of suffering, Pain, defeat and even depression, but we need to understand that it's just but a process and one day it will

It’s right there, burning a hole in my pocket. My ticket out of here. I’ve thought about this moment for years, replayed it in my dreams late at night: stepping onto the bus, waving goodbye, not looking

I get to understand that, must time as humans we tend not to accept some certain believes, especially believe that includes spiritual stuff, here am not revering to believing on our religious ethics or

I am a clear example of a tourist, if you need the clear definition of tourist you need to know me well 🤗🤗🤗🫣 No need of writing, show workings💯💯💯

​ Each time am in the midst of young blooded youth's like, I get to found out that the talk of the day would either be on money or women, at least money is a bit understand since it's necessary in day

Dear Sonisha, I sincerely ask you—please don’t criticize me this time. Just listen to me. See me for who I truly am. Try to understand where I’m coming from. I know you have every right to feel hurt, confused,

​ I choose to be modest not because I am foolish or weak, but because modesty is a seed that can grow into many good fruit at the end of the session, I choose modesty because I know where I am coming from

Please don't criticize me because it doesn't help me in any way, rather reduce my potential and my self worth, don't criticize me because it is of no gain to you rather it's law that Will definitely block

Dear Sonisha, I sincerely ask you—please don’t criticize me this time. Just listen to me. See me for who I truly am. Try to understand where I’m coming from. I know you have every right to feel hurt, confused,

It started with silence—the kind that settles between two people when words no longer suffice. The engine hummed beneath us, steady and oblivious, as the road curled ahead like a ribbon laid on the edge

I beg to differ. Such a simple phrase, yet so layered, so bold. It's a gentle rebellion, a soft war cry wrapped in civility. When the world echoes one truth, repeating it until it becomes gospel, there's