Chizoba Okafor

20/10/2025

20/10/2025

Choose happiness everyday, regardless.

17/10/2025

I am not moved by pressure.
I am not disturbed by noise.
I am grounded, grateful and fulfilled.

I am content 👌.

16/10/2025

Who am I?, I'm just an ordinary woman who loves life .

15/10/2025

Never ever shrink just to make someone else comfortable, nti adikwa 🦻.

Hope you're all doing great, be safe out there.

15/10/2025

Thank you me ❤️

14/10/2025

Painful, but not pained, there are moments that cuts deep, not with cruelty but with clarity.
A good bye that had to be said.
A truth that needed telling
A silence that finally spoke.

These things are painful, but they don't leave me pained .

Painful is the stretch of growth, the ache of letting go. It's the sting that proves I felt, the burn that shows I cared.

But pain does not own me, I sit with it, feel it, learn from it, then let it pass , like a storm that came to teach, not destroy..

I carry no bitterness.
Only the weight of what mattered.
Painful yes, but I am not pained.
I am still whole.

13/10/2025

Apologies, but I'm not sorry

Sometimes we say sorry, not because we're wrong, but because we value peace more than being tight, it's a way of softening the air, not a confession of guilt.

"I apologize" simply means I acknowledge the tension, but "I'm sorry", means I carry the blame.

So no, I'm not sorry for choosing myself this time.
I'm not sorry for setting boundaries, for walking away from chaos, or for refusing to shrink just to make someone else comfortable.

So, apologies, but I'm not sorry .
Because healing taught me that peace sometimes requires a polite distance, not quiet.

12/10/2025

POV : When they think they're dealing with you by videoing you in your lowest moments, and they forgot you thrive with contents 🤣😂🤣😂.

11/10/2025

I got over 1,000 reactions on my posts last week! Thanks everyone for your support! 🎉

Many thanks to you all for supporting me in this journey, honestly I don't take any of your contributions for granted, let's do more of it ❤️❤️

10/10/2025

Becoming me again.

When my husband passed, a part of me went with him. The world didn't stop, the sun still rose, the bills still came, and the children still needed food on the table. Every morning I woke up to a reality I didn't bargain for, one where my strength wasn't a choice, but a necessity.

People often say " you're doing so well", when they see the smile on my face, but they didn't see the tears that stained my pillow at night, or the moments I whispered to myself, ' you've got this", even when I wasn't sure I did

Resilience became my silent companion, not the loud kind that shouts victory , but the quiet one that simply refuses to give up.

My children became my heartbeat, my reason to rise again, I poured my energy into them, and sometimes forgetting myself in the process. Yet, deep within I know I had to choose myself too, for my sanity, my peace and my survival.

Now, I'm learning and unlearning. Learning to love myself again. Unlearning the belief that strength means not feeling pain. I am becoming someone new, not who I was before the storm, but who I am after it.

A woman rebuilt from the ashes of grief. Carrying both sorrow and hope in her smile.

I am not surviving, I am becoming.