Sometimes I stop and think — what were my parents doing at my age?
They were hustling. Not for vacations. Not for luxury. But to send five children to school. Five tuitions. Five uniforms. Five dreams.
At my age, they were carrying responsibilities I’m only now beginning to fully understand. They were stretching every naira solving problems quietly, and doing their very best with what they had.
Were they perfect? No.
But they were committed.
As I grow older, I see their struggles differently. I’m learning from their sacrifices, their mistakes, and their successes. I’m learning resilience. I’m learning gratitude. I’m learning that love often looks like hard work behind the scenes.
Today, I stand on the foundation they built.
And I pray I honor it well. 💛
Peace!
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