Unwritten Echo

  Yesterday’s hike was a whole adventure from start to finish. It all began at City Park where everyone gathered to buy tickets and get ready. As always, the vibe at the meeting point was lively, people reconnecting with old faces, exchanging smiles, snapping small-small pictures to lock in the memories before the real journey even started. Soon enough, mobilization began and we all moved in a convoy toward the hike site. On getting to the site, before stepping foot on the trail, the organizers gave us several warnings: “ This hike is not going to be easy, brace yourselves. ” At the time, I thought they were exaggerating, I was shouting we active up and down omo it was later I realised they were not lying one bit. The destination was Usman Dam and the path that took us there was no joke. From slippery roads that made every step a risk, to steep falls that tested balance, to high climbs that demanded real energy, it was a true battle between tired legs and determination. In the midd...

 There are too many religions in this world, each armed with vivid descriptions, holy books and prophets, all begging men and women to listen. Everyone claims their way is the truth, yet their truths contradict each other. I’m told I can’t even live freely without the weight of conviction hanging over me. Every choice, every thought, every step there is someone somewhere is ready to call it sin. The whole system feels twisted and messed up. They say I can’t marry this girl because she isn’t a Christian, they say i cant do this and that, cause Allah won't like it. As if my life should bow down to religious borders drawn by people who don’t even fully live by the words they preach. As if my happiness has to pass through a doctrine checkpoint before it is allowed to exist and maybe, just maybe they are right about some things I’ll admit, this so called sinful life feels like an addiction sometimes, i can’t lie. I keep asking questions, searching for answers but humans? They only give ...

They say time heals all wounds but what they don’t tell you is that time just teaches you how to hide them better. Some days you laugh loudly, show up in clean clothes, post a fine picture and smile like your heart isn’t carrying the weight of a goodbye you never truly recovered from and other days, you crumble and you don’t even have the words to explain why, fret not my dear that is grief. It is not loud or dramatic, it is a whisper in your chest on a random day. Sometimes it is a tear rolling down your cheek in the bus while you pretend to check your phone or guilt because the world moved on and you are still stuck with a memory that refuses to die. You don’t get over grief, you learn to live with it, you learn how to carry it without letting it drown you. You start laughing again but not like before, you start loving again but you flinch at the thought of losing again, you start living again but there is always a part of you that is half-here and half-there. It could be a person, a...

Cheating has somehow become the new normal. In a world where we swipe left and right like lives don’t come with consequences, commitment now sits on the sidelines. What used to be a scarlet letter is now worn like a casual tag. Relationships are disposable, vows don’t mean what they used to and if we are honest, we’ve all become players in this emotional game of chance either by choice, circumstance or carelessness. Cheating, once considered a betrayal is now shoved off as everyone is doing it. and that is the saddest part. We’ve normalized betrayal, we’ve made peace with dishonesty. We joke about side chicks and main babes, we celebrate toxic love songs and proudly quote relationship memes that glorifies disloyalty. Fidelity is no longer the standard it is the exception. Women have unknowingly or maybe knowingly devalued themselves in the name of sexual liberation. Now don’t get it twisted, you see sexual freedom is not the enemy but when sex becomes a currency and attention becomes t...