I’m not sure if the saying originated with the Romans, but I grew up hearing, “Rome was not built in a day.” I heard it from my dad. I heard it during village meetings. I heard it during sermons. This morning, as I brushed my teeth, a startling realization struck me in its pure simplicity.…

I think I own over 14 notepads  For over three decades, they’ve held countless words I’ve written—random yet profound notes brimming with wisdom. What if these are burned? The words wouldn’t just become orphans—they’d be utterly erased. Yet, they hold the potential to help so many others. It’s why I’m writing here because those notepads…

Two nights ago, my youngest daughter walked into my room and announced she was ready to sleep. For the eight years she’s been on this earth, this has been a familiar ritual. As someone who now struggles with sleep, I can’t help but admire the effortless way she lies down, her eyelids gently closing in…

I doubt if it’s the beginning. This afternoon, as I crossed the road, I felt a whirlwind, like swirling swords around me. It reminded me of a place I once lived, where such moments were common. We are made of words. Despite what scientists claim, I believe countless races of words occur within us every…