Humanity
The Day I Stopped Refreshing the Page
The Day I Stopped Refreshing the Page For a long time, my mornings started the same way. Not with breakfast. Not with stretching or deep breaths or gratitude, like people on the internet suggest. My mornings started with refreshing a page.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Confessions
The Kind of Tired Sleep Can’t Fix
I’m not tired in the way sleep can fix. I’ve tried that. Early nights. Late mornings. Power naps that turn into guilt. None of it touches this kind of exhaustion. It lives deeper, somewhere behind the eyes and under the ribs, where rest doesn’t reach. It’s not the kind of tired that fades with eight hours under a blanket—it’s the kind that lingers even after the alarm clock says I’ve had enough.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Confessions
I Became Strong the Day No One Checked on Me
There’s a strange kind of silence that doesn’t come from being alone. It comes from realizing that people know you’re struggling and still choose not to ask. It’s not the absence of voices—it’s the absence of care. That silence is heavier than solitude, because it reminds you that you are visible, yet unseen.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Confessions
Can You Survive Against All Odds?
I was talking with one of my ex-girlfriends recently, and she said something that I’d probably never understand. She said to me “You know how I can always talk to you and just communicate and feel that you really understand?”
By Ikechukwu Modungwoabout a month ago in Confessions
Don't Call This a Christian Nation
When I was in middle school, the well-intentioned youth ministry at my church called a group of students onto a cramped stage in the dimly lit room that served as our Youth space. The entire congregation was crammed into a retail strip at the time, packed so tightly that my father was lauded for finding a way to add a dozen chairs to the sanctuary. The Youth area was a dark box next door, with a small riser and a few strategically positioned can lights that imitated the main stage. We met on Wednesdays to study Scripture between silly challenges involving toilet paper and stressful conversations about hormones.
By Steven A Jonesabout a month ago in Confessions
Voicemail #part one
"The person you are trying to reach is not available. Please leave a message" Beeeeeeep "Hey Emma, Ive been trying to call your phone for the past couple of days. I know your busy and all....I just...I guess I miss you. I know we're not supposed to call our ex's and say stuff but its just been bothering me so much. I wonder how your doing, I hope your doing better. I really do. I'm not trying to get back with you, I know you have a boyfriend and i see how happy you are with him. Im really proud of you, for both how good you are doing for yourself as well as for...leaving us. I think it was for the better. For both of us. I know it was the right decision, I just wish it wasn't. I dont want your boyfriend to hear this and think I want you back. Thats not why I called, or am leaving this message. I just miss you, and I guess I just want to hear you say it, that its over, one more time. That this is our last goodbye. Because I met a girl, and she is really nice, I want things to work out. I want to be able to move on, and I want to be able to treat her better, i want to do better than what we did. I also want to say Im sorry. Im sorry. For all the hurt I caused, and how much I was draining you. It was never your fault, any of this. I shouldve tried to work on myself and do better, but I didn't push myself enough to. I shouldve been there for you, when you where crying, and going through it. But you where only crying because of me. I guess it hurts me now, thinking about it. It makes me sick how I didn't try hard enough for us, I shouldve tried harder. I shouldve charished what we have more, took the time to take you on more dates. Im happy that He is doing that for you. You deserve to be treated better, you deserved more than I could ever give you. I know you will be a great mother, and- I just wish I was te one to be there to see you happy again, I wish I wish the one, but I know I messed it up. I messed us up so badly. And Im sorry. But please dont forgive me. I shouldnt be forgiven. I dont even know if youll listen to this, or if you even have the same phone number. If you do listen to this, Im sorry If i ruined your day. Im not calling to make you forgive me or what me back, or feel bad for me. I want you to hate me, i want you to hate me so much. Because if you hate me, itll make me want to be better. Do better. So hate me. And dont ever hate yourself. Love yourself. Dont let anyone bring you down, or drain you like i did. Enjoy your life and your moments. As I have learned, not every good thing has a good end. So take life slow. I guess that'll be all. I don't want this message to be too long. Ill go now. I hope you were having a good day. Stay safe and warm, and smile. Always smile. Its the most beautiful thing about you. I know I shouldnt say it, but I want the last time to actually mean something. so.
By Chxse2 months ago in Confessions
Fela Or Wizkid- Who's Greater Nigerian Music Idol?
I love how Wizkid has set the trend for emancipation of one's mind from mental slavery especially through music. The debut of Wizkid then was an eye opener to teenagers and the GenZ’s to come who then were just "barely over being infants." We back then were somewhere in between our second year going on third as students in the University of Benin and you know what life in Nigeria was like then for young and aspiring minds like ours. The mantra was "go to school, get a good job and become responsible".
By Ikechukwu Modungwo2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 特注
I don't need to write anything but since I am bored out of my mind and actually caught up to editing my hello talk list, I am pretty free right now, surprisingly. I have 60 minutes on the clock. I might need to earn a bit more before class happens but I know that it will be fine.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
