Dearest Gentle Reader, Season’s greetings 🤍 If I’m being honest, I didn’t keep all the promises I made to myself and to you guys in January 2025🥺. And for a long time, that bothered me a whole lot. But looking back now, I understand why. Last year needed me to pause, to learn, to unlearn, and to grow, and I’m grateful for every part of it. One of the biggest lessons came from choosing a career path. As a Microbiology graduate who genuinely enjoyed every aspect of the course (weirdly so), deciding what direction to take wasn’t easy. I felt pulled in many directions, unsure of where I truly belonged. Eventually, I ran back to God for clarity and slowly, things began to align. That clarity led me to academic writing. It was something I had always been interested in but never quite knew how to begin. When I finally took the leap, it was challenging, exciting, and deeply fulfilling. I’m incredibly grateful to everyone who referred me, trusted my work, and supported my journey. Thank you f...
Imagine being 22, still in university, and expected to pay for your parent’s international trip (like they literally decided to japa but you have to fund it while still in school). Add to that the pressure of paying rent, sending money home, and supporting your younger siblings—all while you're still trying to figure out your own life. Sounds unreal, right? But for so many Nigerian youths, this is the harsh reality. 😔 I’ve been lucky not to face this burden, but I’ve met so many younger than me who are carrying responsibilities much older than them. And it’s not just about money—it's the stress and emotional toll of having to grow up too fast. We all know Nigerian parents work hard to provide for their children, often sacrificing their own comfort to ensure their kids have a better life. My parents, for example, would do anything to make sure I'm okay. I can’t even begin to explain how much I appreciate their sacrifices, and I’d give them my last dime without hesitation. ...