I Hacked It...... How To Be Happy On A Saturday.

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Hey everyone,

It’s been over a year since I last wrote here.

Today is Saturday, and for the first time in a long while, I feel truly happy. My sister passed away on a Saturday, and ever since that heartbreaking day, Saturdays became something I dreaded.

Since September 23, 2023, I’ve found myself staying awake through Friday nights, carrying the weight of those memories into each Saturday.

But then, I started filling my Saturday mornings with praise and worship. Some days, the tears still come. I wrestle with questions about God’s love and mercy.

Yet, over time, something shifted. I began remembering my sister without breaking down. Sometimes, I even imagine conversations with her, hearing exactly how she would have responded, and I find myself laughing out loud. I miss my sister, I miss her laugh, I miss having her here.

I have my Saturdays BACK!!!

Today, I braved the cold to go look for yam. People of God, the joy in my heart after eating boiled yam and egg sauce is the ginger for coming back here.

Yam is life.

Till I write again....stay jiggy!

Lots of love.

S.

Comments

  1. BisiSaturday, February 22, 2025

    Soooo happy to read from you again Fola. I always look forward to ur writings especially the humor in it 😂

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  2. AnonymousSaturday, February 22, 2025

    My dear I'm so happy you've been able to get yourself back. I lost my nephew last Sunday, so I know how it feels. Tears rolling down uncontrollably at any time flashes of his demise come to mind and I wish I could turn back the hands of time. Time will heal, my dear and may their souls rest in peace. Yeahhh! Back to life, back to reality. Thank goodness, you're back!!!

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    1. AnonymousSunday, February 23, 2025

      I am so sorry for your loss. May God comfort you and yours.

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  3. Funmi BucknorSaturday, February 22, 2025

    Thank God you hacked it. May God continue to fill you with joy. Love you mama. Hugs.

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  4. Damola DSunday, February 23, 2025

    "We don't know how we will grieve until we grieve". Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    Overtime, the memories bring smiles as opposed to tears but it’s a personal journey that one must go on one day at a time.

    Meanwhile, yam is indeed life.

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    1. temmytayo212Monday, February 24, 2025

      Thank you Damola. Chimamanda was so right. Love and light to everyone going through that bubble right now. Thanks for stopping by.

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  5. AnonymousSunday, February 23, 2025

    Welcome back Fola, keep getting stronger. Enjoy your yam lol

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    1. temmytayo212Monday, February 24, 2025

      Yam is life, thanks for stopping by.

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  6. AnonymousSunday, February 23, 2025

    Welcome back sweetheart 🥰🥰

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  7. AnonymousMonday, February 24, 2025

    Welcome Back MORB

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  8. AnonymousMonday, February 24, 2025

    Welcome back mama. Yaaas so happy you are back here.

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  9. OlamideMonday, February 24, 2025

    I’m happy you found your spark again!

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  10. Temmytayo212Wednesday, March 05, 2025

    Thank you and a very big amen.

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