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The kind of wealth we don’t talk about enough

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  Hi aunties and uncles… I know, I know… we’ve been quiet. We haven’t spoken this year, so… happy new year, I guess? 😅 Let’s ease into it. To start the year, Let’s talk about generosity. This thought has been sitting on my heart for a while, and honestly, it was sparked by three men in my life who mean the world to me. Men I love deeply. Men whose hearts are bigger than they even realise. Growing up, I’ve always known my father to be a giver. Not just in words but in action. My dad? That man would take off the shirt on his back to clothe someone else and somehow still walk away like he hasn’t done anything special. If you’ve ever met him or even just been around him, you know the kind of man he is. But something hit me hard some time back. My father is deeply rooted in his faith. His relationship with God is non-negotiable. No matter how tired he is, he shows up. As a preacher, he would often travel to rural areas to minister. To me, that was normal routine because I’ve seen him d...
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Who signed us up for this career rollercoaster? …Welcome to the ‘figuring it out’ stage

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  So this week, let’s talk about work. Or in some cases, the lack of it. Because honestly? Adulthood didn’t just sneak up on us with funerals and weddings, it also showed up with job searches, hustles, and LinkedIn pressure.  😅 Over the weekend, one of my friends called for our usual catch up. But somewhere between laughs and “how’s work?” we ended up deep in life talk about careers, hustling, and how adulthood is really not serving what it promised. At one point, she went quiet and for a second I thought it was Airtel misbehaving again because I kept saying,  “Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”   👀📞 . But nope, it wasn’t the network this time. She just sighed and dropped it, “Honestly, I thought by now I’d be in a job I actually love, coming home to my own place, maybe even parking a Vitz outside. At 25, life was supposed to be shiny. But here I am, almost in my late twenties, still trying to figure out my next move.” That conversation gave me the idea to ...
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Realising being ‘grown’ is just fancy chaos 🥴-Marriage, engagements & all that pressure 💍

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  So apparently, we’ve officially entered that era where every weekend there’s either is a wedding, a Chilanga mulilo, an engagement, or a kitchen party. If it’s not yours, you’re either dancing for someone else, balancing a plate of rice and chicken, or checking your Pinterest board, trying to figure out what to wear at last minute. And if it  is  yours? Well… congratulations!! let’s just say the fun doesn’t end with the ring. 😂  Some of the “new aunties and uncles” are happily married and succeeding. They’re glowing, posting anniversary pictures, and giving us “love goals” content.  Others are engaged and busy trying to decide on colour themes, guest lists, and family politics (because suddenly everyone wants to “own” your wedding). Meanwhile at the wedding meetings ? they’re asking ‘Who’s paying for the decor? Can’t we just have this instead of that?’  Like… sorry, did I miss the part where it stopped being  my  wedding? 😂💀 Then there’s the ...
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When did we become the Aunties/Uncles? Plot twist: Adulthood isn’t what the trailer promised 🍿

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  Three months to go before 2025 ends, and I must say, this year alone has been a roller coaster. I don’t mean in the ‘adventures, lunch hangouts, and random friend escapades’ kind of way. I had one of those moments that really slapped me into realising that we’re not the babies anymore… we’re the “ new aunties/ uncles”  now. So, picture this. In the second quarter of the year, a close friend of mine lost his mother. I went to visit just to show some love and support. Now, my friend lost his dad back in his teen years, he probably had all the time in the world to cry, grieve, and slowly heal. But this time? Nah… totally different story 😬. The first time I saw him at the funeral house after he lost his mother, he looked so composed. Too composed. His face didn’t even look like someone who was mourning. Like, bro… are you even allowed   to cry or what? The usual talking and catching up led him to spill the truth about the pressure being all on him as the firstborn in his “...
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