Chakam!📸

One last time?

I hope everyone enjoys the last of this series for the year🫶🏽

The author might as well have put my name in this description 😭

I say I love love a lot. I think that much is undeniable, but I really hate how much I love it even though I’ve never really felt it the way God wants me to.

But one of my resolutions for the coming year is to be assertive in how I feel about it.

Stop saying ‘if I find love’, ‘if I get married’, ‘if I have children’ (this is a huge development)

Write a romantic short story, and just… hope.

And while I’ve been the biggest ‘I’m too young to start praying for my future husband, it’s not a priority’ advocate (I actually keep quiet when they pray about it in church😔), now I think it’s somewhat okay to say a word of prayer for the guy every now and then, because who’ll be there if I marry wrong because I refused to hear God’s guidance?😭

Because why have I not read since I got home?😭

Na to lock in tomorrow sha. (I’ve said that too many times this holiday and exams just keep getting closer)

I saw a friend I was so worried that I was losing because I never reached out enough and honestly, it made me really happy.

We’ve had our ups and downs over the years, but she’ll always be important to me.

I also saw another friend who moved to Lagos about 2-3 years ago. Our dynamic is stable and unchanging and it’s something I’m so so grateful for.

Christmas must have memories for my children.

No Santa, just Jesus; but I can’t wait to create traditions like this

Watching a Christmas movie on Christmas night, opening presents with Pentatonix carols in the background, Christmas PJs (not matching ones though), all of us write what Jesus means to us on Christmas Eve and put it in a jar, and then read it together on Christmas night; it’s going to be so much fun, maybe a little cheesy, but still.

Not a screenshot, but I love making new friends, I love a good evening stroll with gist. There’s nothing more beautiful than evening. The day is exactly where it needs to be.

The year ends in 2 days and wow, God was in it.

The days were occasionally hard, but 2025 didn’t truly make me sad at all, if it did, I wouldn’t be able to forget.

I was messy, I definitely cried a lot, but I’m a big crier. My mind was loud, but God is louder.

This holiday period I’ve just been happy. The kind that’s calm and easy. The kind that doesn’t seize you in random bursts, the kind that has its arm in yours.

Anger doesn’t last, sadness barely even comes, and honestly I pray I can look back on this period whenever I need to in the future, just to feel light again.

I love writing to my future self, I love reading what my past self had to say to me.

It’s like a human friend that never leaves, no matter what happens, I’m here.

I’m the girl that cried and wrote through blurry eyes while teardrops fell on paper,

I’m the girl that was so angry, she saw red but chose silence because the Holy Spirit helped her and ran to her notes app to compensate,

I’m the girl that was confused and needed to vent, but had no one to talk to,

I know her, even though she could only wish to know me.

I’m here, she’s here.

And I can’t wait for her to see what I have to say to her.