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I As I stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for work, I couldn’t help but admire my reflection. At 43, my skin looked so fresh with hardly a wrinkle in sight. Honestly, I could almost pass for 25! Can you believe that? 😂✨ I decided to write an Ode to the African Brown
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Sometimes, love isn’t in the grand gestures or sweeping words; it’s in the quiet moments, the unnoticed details, and the way someone makes you feel effortlessly whole. For me, this is a love story of you—how the thought of you brings a smile that lingers and a warmth that brightens even the greyest of days.
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Close your eyes and imagine this, a snowflake drifting from the heavens, its delicate crystal arms outstretched in perfect symmetry. It’s unique, irreplaceable, and stunningly beautiful, much like you (yes, you!). But here’s the meat of the matter, its life span? A fleeting moment. One wrong landing, one unexpected gust, and poof, gone. Snowflakes are
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There’s something special about the place where your soul first learned to sing. For me, that place is Nigeria, a land where the mornings awaken with the rooster’s proud crow, ushering in a new day. It’s a sound that once seemed mundane but now feels like a call to return, a reminder of simpler times
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Femi’s childhood in the bustling streets of Lagos was filled with vibrant colors, lively sounds, and endless adventures. His favorite memories, however, were of afternoons spent under the mango tree in the shared courtyard, where he often found Adamna. She was the light of the neighborhood, a graceful Ibo girl whose laughter rang like music.
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Last week was all shades of “I don’t know”; one moment, I was like “, I gat this”, and the next moment I was like “, What am I doing” That was a summary of my last week. Anyway, Sunday, I woke up, and I told myself nothing would steal my joy or hope. I
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I woke up this morning tired, like all mornings for the last three months. The feeling of not wanting to get out of bed to start the morning, the wishing that the weekends were longer, the longing for more pillow hugging and cosy bed wrap. When I decide to get out of bed finally, I
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I always start my working week with a blog post, and I wondered what I would write about; last week was a tough week, but somehow I managed to keep my smile. I also had the privilege of speaking to some Nigerians that have just come to the UK with family and started attending lectures
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Those lines got me giggling because, as God knows, I am lacking in the department of patience when it comes to my own behaviour. The impatience I have is such that sometimes I reprimand myself for it, like, “Charity, please be patient, please be patient.” I do not have data to convincingly attribute it to
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