THIS LITTLE LIFE

It’s currently 12:36 AM. All my roommates are fast asleep. I just woke up and I plan to take a bath. Don’t ask me why I’m bathing this late—and mummy, if you're reading this, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. But back to the actual picture: it’s past midnight and I’m left with my thoughts in the silence of my room.

So I’ve decided to do what I love—write.

Now, I’m not going to come here and give excuses for not writing in a while. I'm not even going to say “school has been after my life.", even though it has. I’ll own up to my inconsistency because something I’m learning lately is to be more accountable for my actions.

Someone asked me today why I still hadn’t written—even though they remind me every time. The answer was already at the tip of my tongue: “I’ve just been so busy.” And that wouldn’t have been a lie. This semester has hit me with waves of emotions and intense fatigue. But I didn’t say that.

Despite the chaos, I had made a promise to myself to write more on my blog this year. And I hadn’t kept it. So, in the spirit of accountability, here I am—writing.

I slept the moment I got in today, woke up, scrolled through Instagram for a bit, and thought: This is the perfect time to write. It’s quiet. You’re not as tired as usual. The least you could do is write. And so, here I am.

It would be wild to tell you that I’ve been going through “a lot” and not tell you what that “a lot” is.

So here goes.

I recently won an election in my school—I’m now a student representative! (Won't you clap for me?) I knew the work wouldn’t be easy. I’ve handled responsibilities before, but this time reminded me of my SS2 and SS3 days… and not in a good way. Those were some of my most challenging moments—trying to balance academics and prefectship without falling apart.

Fast forward three to four years, and here I am again, in the thick of it. I can’t really complain, because this is the life I prayed for. And it would be ungrateful to act otherwise. Still, it’s been a big shift—from the simpler life of 100 and 200 level, where my only major responsibility was academics, to this more complex phase. I’m now juggling multiple roles, learning to manage my emotions (because people will try you), and adapting to teamwork—even though I usually prefer doing things alone.

But in the midst of the struggle, there have been beautiful things too.

I’m currently writing my first movie script for a school project! We acted out a few scenes today, and I was so excited. So yes, you can now call me “script writer” too, thank you very much. I also joined my school's chaplaincy media team and performed a spoken word piece I’m super proud of. (I’ll drop the link—please hype me in the comments and absorb the message while you’re at it.)

I’m also organizing what I hope will be the best student week seminar we’ve ever had. I’m learning to speak to more people. My public speaking skills are growing—even though I still stutter and shake sometimes.

These may be trying times, but I’m truly grateful to God for every part of the journey. He never promised ease, but He promised to be with us every step of the way. And I’ve learned to see His fingerprints in everything.

Honestly, I think I like this little life. On some days at least—like today. Other days? I genuinely look like what I’m going through.

It’s now 1:10 AM, and I’m happy I wrote this. This is my story—but it might be yours too. I don’t know what you’re going through, but if you’ve ever felt like you’ve bitten off more than you can chew, take a moment to look around. You just might be living in answered prayers of years past.

And If you are wondering? Yes, I'll still take that bath.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember: I love you, and you should love you too. 

Keep rooting for me because I am rooting for you every step of the way.

Lots of love,

BUNMA💕

Before I forget this is the link to my spoken word 👇👇👇

Spoken Words