SUDDENLY, IT IS NEW YEAR AGAIN

It was just mid last year when I had to re-adjust my goals. Reason? I hadn’t achieved up to half of what I planned.

I opened my laptop again this year and I found the same document sitting pretty on Canva, waiting to be dusted. We’re 6 days into the New year, and I’ve been wondering if we can all collectively agree on something. Some goals still won’t be achieved, and yet, we will keep believing.

Hi, Happy New Year. Officially

This space has been a little quiet, probably because of the no-media month, and somewhere in that silence, I found a new love - Substack. I battled with myself for a while, about here and there, then realized both worlds could coexist. So here I am, writing how I think, how I feel, and the stories I hope you’ll read.

Suddenly, it’s January again.

That particular month I’ve never fully loved, maybe because of my secondary school memories. Everywhere and everyone is buzzing with “new year, new me,” new goals, new challenges. Everyone jumps on January challenges as though April isn’t also part of the same year. Energy is loud now, but we all know how quiet it can get later. Same goes for me, except that I and 99 others don’t intend to lose momentum mid-year. I told myself I’ll do some crazy things this year. It scares me to think I might actually do them. But they’re written down. And I think I just might try.

Suddenly, it’s New Year again, and we’re getting older. Our parents, and some well-meaning uncles and aunts, start asking when we’ll bring someone home. As if we’re involved in human trafficking. But truly, I don’t mind getting older, particularly for the reason that Jesus will come someday. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll meet one of His sons too.

Suddenly, it’s New Year, and gratitude makes me cry.

When I think of the past year, of things that should have broken me but broke me open instead, of how my best friend kept pushing through Nigerian Law, of how November quietly became my month, of how my family keeps growing more beautiful with time, of…the list goes on

Suddenly, it’s New Year again.

And I’m still here, eating bread.

And trusting.