Bashir Sultanat Erinlola·Aug 31, 2025The Writing Doesn’t EndWhen I was dropping today’s prompt after Fajr and saw “Day 31/31,” I couldn’t hold back but whisper to myself: Wow… really? We’re here…A response icon4A response icon4
Abdulazeez Zayanah·Aug 31, 2025The End, But not ReallyWe’ve finally come to the end of this 31-day writing consistency journey, and honestly… I feel so many things at once.A response icon2A response icon2
Abdulazeez Zayanah·Aug 30, 2025She is ZayanahPeople always pause when they hear my name.A response icon1A response icon1
Bashir Sultanat Erinlola·Aug 27, 202559 Days of ForeverIn our society, everyone is born with a number. Not a name, not a mark but a countdown. A faint, glowing string of numbers that hovers just…A response icon3A response icon3
Bashir Sultanat Erinlola·Aug 25, 2025Through the Eyes of a Stray CatI passed by a suya stand some minutes ago, the air was heavy with smoke, spice, and laughter. Then beside the busy hands of the mai-suya…A response icon1A response icon1
Bashir Sultanat Erinlola·Aug 24, 2025Remembering StillMemories are funny. They don’t knock before entering. They don’t ask if you’re ready. They just come pouring down like rain, sometimes…A response icon2A response icon2
Bashir Sultanat Erinlola·Aug 23, 2025Safe WithinI used to think love, care, and safety had to come from people. I believed if I gave enough, trusted enough, or showed up enough, then…A response icon3A response icon3
Bashir Sultanat Erinlola·Aug 22, 2025A Love That Reshaped My ReasoningThe love I carried for you was bigger than the sky, enough to soften wars, to heal wounds, to light up cities, to rewrite the heaviness of…A response icon2A response icon2
Bashir Sultanat Erinlola·Aug 20, 2025Softness Is SurvivalYou deserve soft things too. Not just the heavy lifting, Not just the hard grind, Not just the responsibilities, Not just the sleepless…A response icon1A response icon1
Bashir Sultanat Erinlola·Aug 19, 2025Love in SilenceThe night was heavy with silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves swaying against the evening breeze. Aisha leaned against the old…A response icon2A response icon2
