I grew up watching sunsets in the evenings and I still find myself drawn to them. There’s something deeply nostalgic and quietly powerful about the way the day fades into orange. Even now, few things stir that same sense of wonder in me.
In a world where our screens serve us the “wonders of the day” before we’ve even stepped outside, it’s easy to forget the earth that’s actually around us. Yet even Solomon in all his splendor, was said to pale in comparison to the beauty woven into creation itself. This piece is a gentle reminder to pause, look up and not miss the kind of beauty no screen can fully capture.

I worked in Aba, Abia State for a couple of years and the contrast between that city and my life now in Lagos is certainly unmissable.
It’s interesting how much our experiences shift depending on where we are - some things change while others remain constant.
Still, every place we’ve lived leaves a mark on us. They become part of our story, holding memories we return to and moments we can always tell again when we pause long enough.
This piece is deeply personal to me. It carries the nostalgia of the city I left behind and the quiet wonder I feel for the one I now call home.
I hope you feel it too.

I must have written at least ten pieces on what it means to be a woman - each one a different shade of the same question. I’m not sure there’s a fixed definition or meaning yet, but I’m certain of this: the clearest understanding of a woman is found in the God who created her.