Lately, I've found myself buried under something I never expected would weigh so heavily as a minimalist screen addiction. It didn’t sneak in quietly either. It came as a form of revenge, believe it or not. Let's say I wasn't thinking right, I just wanted him to taste what it feels like to be ignored.

Just a month after she met him, Juliet was already completely in love with him. It seemed intense, sudden. I couldn’t help but felt that what she called love was more likely to be infatuation, it was lust in disguise.Juliet and I were classmates and close friends, our school was a 'day and boarding' school but we were off campus students. Our families knew each other well, and everyone around us was aware of our friendship. We did everything together, we studied, we gossiped, we even swapped clothes, yes! That’s how close we were.

Danielle Gabriel had everything a girl could ask for,wealth, doting parents, a comfortable life, and a future full of possibilities. As their only child, she was their miracle, arriving after fifteen years of prayers and patience. But Danielle never let privilege make her complacent. At twenty-two, fresh out of college, she worked at a bustling coffee shop, not because she had to, but because she dreamed of owning one herself. She wanted to learn the business from the ground up.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to a minimalist, self-sustainable way of living not just to save money, but because it genuinely makes me happy. Over the years, I’ve developed habits that not only simplify my life but also bring a sense of fulfillment and peace. It’s not about depriving myself; it’s about making intentional choices, valuing what I have, and reducing unnecessary waste.

Some days, I feel like I’m juggling a million roles, mom, wife, business owner, a hiver and the one who always shows up for everyone. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life, but finding time for ? That’s a luxury I rarely get. Sometimes, I do my best to steal little moments to sip my morning coffee while flipping through a book, stretching my tired muscles, or sneaking out for a few minutes of yoga before the chaos of the day begins.

I’ve always preferred washing my clothes by hand. I feel there is something so satisfying about hand washing, scrubbing the exact spots that need extra attention like the collar area, the armpit area, e.t.c making sure everything is clean. But let’s be honest, doing laundry for an entire household is pretty tiring. Washing clothes for myself, my husband, and our baby twice a week takes up so much time, especially when I have other chores to do .