* Every family carries memories of discipline. Some are healthy and empowering. Others left marks that still shape how people show up in relationships, parenting, communication, and self-worth. Many parents today are trying to break away from the harsh methods they experienced. But healing requires intentional work, not avoidance. Let’s explore how families can repair...
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Every girl is a story waiting to blossom. She carries purpose, potential, and power deep within her; but what she becomes depends largely on what her family chooses to plant in her. The International Day of the Girl Child reminds us that while the world talks about empowering girls, the first classroom for that empowerment...
Every parent dreams of raising children who do not just blend in, but who stand out for the right reasons. Influence is not about fame or power; it is about impact. It is about shaping the world around you with wisdom, character, and purpose. Let me start with a story. There was a boy...
It is easy to admire a couple from a distance. They attend events together, share matching outfits, post anniversary dinners, and seem inseparable. But what if I told you that some of the most admired couples are silently living like strangers under the same roof? I have sat with couples who are adored in public...
Let me tell you about my friend. Let’s call him Tunde. You know those men that make you believe good guys still exist? Soft-spoken. Intelligent. Faithful. Family-oriented. He wasn’t flashy, but he was consistent. He met her, let’s call her Amaka during NYSC. Sharp babe. Beauty + brains. She knew how to carry herself. Everyone...
Let me just say this as it is: wedding day smiles don’t guarantee a peaceful marriage. There’s this sister I know; beautiful, graceful, heavily involved in church. Her voice? Angelic. Her character? Solid. She didn’t just glow during her wedding prep, she shined. The guy she was marrying? Everyone called him “the gentle giant.” Soft-spoken....
Let me tell you something that still makes my chest tight when I think about it. We used to live in a compound where everybody knew everybody. You know those days when you could drop your kids off at a neighbour’s house and go to market with peace of mind? Families helped each other. Aunties...
You see ehn… I will never forget this story. I was much younger, maybe like 10 or 11. There was this family we were very close to. Our parents were friends, we attended the same church, did family hangouts together. You know the type. They were what you’d call a “model family”; peaceful, prayerful, and...
I remember this like yesterday. We had this woman everyone called Auntie Margaret. She wasn’t our auntie by blood, but in our old compound, you didn’t need blood to be family. You just needed to be kind… and show up. And Auntie Margaret? Oh, she showed up with a big smile, warm pots of jollof,...
Theme: Body Safety & Family Silence I was about nine when I first noticed something strange. Uncle Tayo was like a family fixture. He was always around. Not really our uncle, but everyone called him that. He lived in the boys’ quarters behind our compound and had a room filled with comic books, action figures,...