IT'S NOT WOW, DO YOUR FINDINGS

I don’t think I fully understand the meaning of love, but I think I might know what it means to be loved.

I know it's a concept that thrives in the little things—like remembering how I like my fish, that I prefer my fried rice without veggies, or that I like my omelet plain. It’s being seen—even in the smallest ways.

It’s the constant showing up by my friends and family. The gentle encouragements. The reassuring smiles when I feel clueless. The hugs that feel like home. The loud applause for the simplest achievements. And of course, the constant banter that warms the soul.

I see how my family wouldn’t let me suffer. My mum would literally give me the moon if I asked. We’d fight first o, but she’d come around.

My Uncle Austin genuinely believes I can be an astronaut if I wanted to.

My friend Nneoma swears I could be a superhero—specifically Superman—because of how strong she thinks I am.

I'm grateful even to strangers who’ve called me talented.

It's the little acts of kindness from people I least expect that make me see Abba’s fingerprints in everything.

It’s easy to take love at home for granted—to think it’s the default. But not everyone gets that luxury. Some people go home to silence, criticism, or chaos.

So if you’re lucky enough to be loved at home, don’t let outsiders treat you like less. Why hand over your joy to people who haven’t earned it?

Love yourself a little more today. Style your hair, put on that lip gloss or lip balm ( we don't do ashy lips here), and walk through the world like someone who knows they are deeply loved—because you are.

This reflection came to me on one of those days where I just lay in bed, thinking about life. About how lucky I am. About how the love I receive has shaped me in ways words can’t fully capture. And I whispered to myself,

“There’s not just rice at home. There’s love. There’s peace. There’s warmth. There’s reassurance.”

It’s not perfect. But it’s real. And it’s mine.

It’s been a while since I slept with both eyes closed—no seminar dreams, no midnight rehearsals in my head. But the seminar finally came and went. By popular opinion, it was a huge success. I can finally breathe.

Special thanks to the SRC and my committee members: Konyinsola, ITE, Kamsi, Ese, Dara, and Harry. You are the best. And yes—we did that. 🫶🏽

My body is sore. I have eye bags you could pack luggage into. But my heart? My heart is at peace. I feel fulfilled because honestly, "I never espered it" 😭.

This experience taught me more than just how to handle logistics, pressure, or presentations. It taught me about myself—what I need to improve, and what I need to leave behind.

It reminded me that I’m a go-getter through and through. But more than that, it reminded me of the quality of people in my corner.

So this is an appreciation post—for my friends and my family.

To my family—my backbone. We don’t get to choose the family we’re born into; it’s one of those things life decides for us. And for that gift, I’m deeply grateful.

And to my friends—my safe space. My chosen tribe. Somehow, God keeps placing the right people in my life. For that, I am even more thankful.

I don’t take your love for granted.

I see it. I feel it. I carry it with me.

So here’s to love.

To being seen.

To the good people.

May we know them.

May we see them.

May we be them.

I come from a family of good people.

“It’s not wow—do your findings.”

Till next time, remember I love you ,and you should love you too.

Lots of love,

IMAX💕