Miracle Ebube

I was opportuned to work in a place where I stayed with Hausa people for 5 days, and honestly, I must say this: we are all the same.

I do industrial cleaning and got a contract to clean a duplex. The people looking after the house are of Hausa origin. One of the guys was sharing his experience and said that when he first came to Igbo land last December, especially on the 24th and 31st nights, he was terrified.

You know how we celebrate Christmas and New Year knockouts, rockets, loud bangs that sound like gunshots.
He said when he heard those sounds, he was scared to his bone marrow 🥺. He said he almost ran away that night.

I asked him why.

He told me he’s from Maiduguri, and where he comes from, anytime you hear gunshots that are not from the military, it usually means Boko Haram has come to operate. So for them, that sound doesn’t mean celebration it means danger, fear, and possible death.

He said many indigenes have relocated, and those who can’t afford to leave are forced to live every day in fear of the unknown.

That conversation broke my heart.

If only we understand that we are all human. The Hausa people are not exempt from this pain. They are also victims. This insecurity has no tribe, no religion it is affecting all of us.

It’s only God that can truly help us.

We are all suffering from this kidnapping and insecurity, none of us is left out. So instead of discrimination and hate, let’s come together. Unity is not a choice anymore, it’s a necessity.

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Yesterday on my way to work I even left the house a bit late because I wasn’t feeling well I saw one guy by the road. His clothes were rough, his bag was dirty and filled with plastic and things he picked from the street.
He spoke Hausa to me and honestly my mind skipped. My first thought was, “God abeg, hope say I never jam those ndi ban-dit people.”

But he just stood there, talking and gesturing like he needed help. In the middle of everything the only word I clearly heard was “water.”
I asked him, “You want water?” and he said yes.

And it hit me.

We sometimes blame God or ourselves for what we don’t have, forgetting that many people are praying just to afford the things we overlook.
Under that hot sun, this man was moving with no clear destination, no food, maybe just hoping fate would lead him to something small to survive the day. Hunger alone can humble anybody.

These people are also human beings… just not as privileged as we are.
So if you see anyone genuinely struggling to make ends meet, please show them love even if it’s something as small as water.

Uwashirike.

Growing up, my mum was the kind of person who appreciated even the smallest things.
Cook in her absence? Sweep the house? She’d light up with joy and say “thank you” like I just did something huge.

As a child, I lived for that moment just to see that happy surprise on her face. That simple “thank you” meant the world to me.

Now that I’m grown, I’ve realized gestures like that gratitude, appreciation, even just saying “sorry” when you're wrong have become rare.
But for me, they still matter a lot. A sincere “thank you” or “I’m sorry” can heal, uplift, and strengthen bonds more than we know.

Am I the only one that loves being appreciated?



Miracle Ebube

I used a night bus for a trip a few days ago, and something really humbled me.

Before we even left, some women were shouting at the driver…
“you’re wasting our time,”
“you’re too slow,”
“do this, do that.”
I just sat there, observing everything quietly.
But less than one hour into the journey, everywhere went silent.
All the people making noise had slept off.
The whole bus was peaceful… except the driver.

It was just him.
Awake.
Focused.
In the middle of Nigeria’s insecurities, bad roads, checkpoints, tiredness, and darkness…
He was alone with the steering, carrying all our lives in his hands, hoping we would reach safely.

And that’s when it hit me:
Drivers are one of the most underrated people in this country.

People think driving is “just driving,” but it’s not.
It takes skill, patience, strength, and courage.
And truth is… no amount of money they charge is equal to the risk they take.

If drivers decide not to work for one day, this whole country will pause.
Businesses won’t move.
Families won’t move.
Nothing will function.

So anywhere you see a driver, please give them their flowers. 🌺
They deserve respect more than people know.

Sometimes I feel like it’s low self-esteem that makes people bleach.
Not because they’re not fine o… but because society has convinced them that their natural colour is “doing too much.” 🙄
But me? I love black!
I don’t know whether it’s in my DNA or maybe God just created me with “black settings.”
Even when I’m making hair, it’s always black attachment no debate. If it’s not black, count me out. 😌🖤 Maybe I will try something different later though

Black is bold. Black is fine. Black is luxury.
This skin? Premium melanin. Don’t play. 😌✨

At the end of the day, confidence will still glow more than any bleaching cream.
Love your skin, protect it, cherish it because once you start seeing yourself the way God sees you, you’ll know you never needed to tone anything to shine. 😂✨
Anyways that delicious pepper soup is from Ella's kitchen, she said make una patronize her

Even those that looked down on you and made u hustle harder are supposed to be appreciated, u would have relented if not for the insult.
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