Alhamdulilah for granting us another opportunity to witness and experience this year’s Ramadan. May Almighty Allah grant us the blessings of this holy and beautiful month.
I’ve had to go through several experiences these past few years of learning and unlearning and for the most part growing and blossoming. While some of these experiences have been out of my comfort zone and I have in some way regretted, most have been nothing but blissful.
One of such was my i’tikaaf experience last year. This post was supposed to have been shared immediately after last year’s Ramadan, but I held on to it because I felt it might be a lot useful to share now that the last ten days is upon us.
If you’re like me, and you’re constantly looking for inexpensive ways to have fun or explore then i’ve got you, because this post highlights two places in Lagos you can visit without breaking the bank.
The 2019 General elections will be the first time I got a chance to finally exercise my right to vote.
I remember being in school during the previous election and promising myself to be present at all cost at this year’s election, and here we are.
Thinking back, I wonder why I was so intrigued by the idea of voting at the time. You’d have thought it was some lottery, but I guess it was because voting implied that I had finally become an adult. I have also always been the kind of girl that preferred experiencing things on her own as opposed to making her conclusions from other people’s experiences.
Anyways, this is not why we are here.
I woke up the morning of the election feeling very unsure.
Unsure if I wanted to waste my time walking the distance to cast a vote that would probably not count and most importantly, unsure who to even vote for.
Usually to answer the call of nature or say a little prayer before returning to bed.
Between 2/2:30 am.
She would usually wake up, then look out the window she leaves open for ventilation just next to the room door.
Maybe it was because she slept on her right side and the window was her first line of vision, but she always looked at it first. It had become a routine, she wakes up, looks out that window for a while, gets up, unlocks her door, finds her way to the washroom to ease herself and then heads back to bed.
This particular night however, immediately she looked out the window, she caught sight of a movement.