Scribbles and Musings

A not-so-quiet ride through early morning Lagos, where a crowded Danfo carries more than just passengers. Press play ✨

What if surrender isn’t weakness but a quiet kind of strength?In this hauntingly soft meditation, let’s explores what it means to pause, to yield, to rest - not in defeat, but in deep, sacred trust.

The world may be messy, unfinished, loud. And still, this morning, you opened your eyes.In this tender, reflective piece, the poet gives voice to the quiet miracle of waking up: of breathing through the heaviness, of finding meaning in the mere act of being here.A poem for the days that begin with weariness… and still, a whisper of gratitude. Let this be your pause. Your exhale. Your reminder: you’re here. Press play ✨

Musing of the short yet profound poem, "I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You" penned by Pablo Neruda. Press play. ✨

"You must hold your centre" so says the profound poet, Ha Jin. In a world where things move fast and seem to be falling apart, listen this short yet deep poem by the Chinese poet which gives you a couple of reasons to keep it together. Press play & enjoy. 💐