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By Atinuke Adeosun
It is a rainy Saturday afternoon. The breakfast of akara and pap has been had. The tedious, back breaking and unnecessary slew of Saturday house chores have been done.
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| Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels |
By Atinuke Adeosun
It is a rainy Saturday afternoon. The breakfast of akara and pap has been had. The tedious, back breaking and unnecessary slew of Saturday house chores have been done.
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| Photo by Alex Green on Pexels |
By Adetayo Adetokun
In the labyrinth of life, grief is an inevitable companion. Its weight is like an anchor, tugging at the heart with a force that threatens to drown us in a sea of darkness. Yet, even within this abyss, there exists a sliver of light—the light of joy. This dichotomy might seem paradoxical, but it is in embracing this delicate balance that we learn to cope with grief and find the elusive joy that persists.