Do you really have faith

I thought I heard the rise and fall of an inverter siren. That familiar alarm tone that tells those of us without inverters that NEPA has shown mercy. It sounded so real that I paused.

My small standing fan was already plugged in, pointed directly at my bed because the heat had become disrespectful. A heat worse than Texas heatwave. I waited for the fan to hum back to life so I could announce to my sister with joy that yes, there is light.

But as those minutes stretched, something in me cracked open. Deep inside, I realized a part of me did not truly believe the light was coming. Another part hoped it was true. Meanwhile the sensible part prayed its quiet prayer as the seconds dragged on.

Well. Let us just say the light did not reach us that night. And for the first time, I wished I lived in the heart of Oshodi where the first siren is the children screaming UP NEPA and the older women in their Ankara wrappers and faded campaign shirts shouting in Yoruba that the light has come. As they send their children running in different directions to plug in everything plug able.

But the question stayed with me. Did I really have faith that the light would come?

I always ask myself if I will ever post the many thoughts buried inside my Notes app. Thoughts that feel too personal, too unsure, too unfinished. Today, I am sharing one from February 2024 to remind you to have more than a little faith in yourself. Do not stop doing or in this case writing simply because you fear putting it out there.

This might have been written in 2024, but it is speaking again in 2025 as the Day 22 entry.

So, nothing is ever useless.

Before I go, I know we could not continue with episode three of our love story. Life happened. But we will drop two episodes next week. Thank you for always showing up.

Xoxo

Your full of faith writer

Sarah