The Diary Game [04/03/2026] // Strength Before Sunrise.

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Today was one of those mornings when my body whispered, “…Please, just five more minutes.” But motherhood does not understand snooze buttons. At 4:45 A.M., my alarm rang, and I dragged myself out of bed, feeling the weight of the day already pressing on my shoulders. Some days I feel like a machine programmed to function, even when every bone aches.

With my husband away, I have learned to play both mother and father roles. It is not easy, but the children must never feel the gap. I tied my wrapper firmly around my waist and stepped into the kitchen. I boiled water, packed lunch boxes, and gently called the children to wake up. My voice tried to sound cheerful even though I felt like collapsing back into bed.

“Up, up, my champions…!” I said. Between ironing uniforms, checking homework, and making sure socks had partners, I moved from room to room like a whirlwind. I kept reminding myself that strength is sometimes simply doing what must be done.

After seeing them off to school, I rushed to prepare for work. But before that, I had to stop at the bank to complete the children’s school fees for the academic year. The thought of that responsibility sat heavily on my chest, but I was determined to finish it today.

As I drove through town in a public taxi, I noticed something strange, the streets were unusually quiet. Shops were locked, and there were barely any cars. Then it hit me that the city council had declared it a “Keep the City Clean” day. I almost laughed at the irony. The city was silent, yes but clean? I did not see any cleaning taking place. Just closed businesses and empty roads. Sometimes, silence is mistaken for progress.

^{Streets almost empty because of keep th city clean.}

I was secretly grateful for the emptiness when I arrived at the bank because no queues, no pushing and no long explanations. I walked straight to the counter, filled out the necessary forms carefully, triple-checking every figure and submitted them to the cashier. Within minutes, I held the stamped receipts in my hands. That small piece of paper felt like victory. One burden was lifted off my shoulder.

^{At the counter to pay my kids’ school fees.}

I hurried back to work, already calculating the next tasks waiting for me. I had planned to pass by the school to drop the payment receipts, but time was not on my side. I will hand them to the bus driver tomorrow morning when he comes to pick up the kids. Another reminder that sometimes “…good enough” must be enough.

Work itself was a blur as my mind kept drifting to the house, the children, dinner, tomorrow. On my way home, I stopped briefly at the local market. I needed eggs, pawpaw, and oat milk choco for the kids’ snacks. Even when exhausted, a mother’s mind calculates nutrition, preference, and budget all at once.

By the time I reached home, my body finally protested loudly. I felt weak and dizzy, as if the strength I had been borrowing all day had expired. I dropped my bag, took a quick shower, and lay down “just for a moment...” That moment almost swallowed the evening.

When I woke up, I gathered the little energy I had left and stepped into the kitchen again. I could not manage anything elaborate, so I prepared omelette and potato chips for dinner, simple, warm, and filling. The children ate happily, and that alone restored something inside me.

After dinner, we tackled homework together. Math corrections, reading aloud, spelling practice. I watched their small faces concentrate, and I felt proud. Tired, yes, but proud.

Later in the evening, we relaxed in front of the television to watch Arsenal play against Brighton & Hove Albion. What a joyful match it was for us Arsenal fans. To crown the night, Manchester City dropped points in the title race. The children cheered, and for those ninety minutes, I was not a tired mother or worried provider, I was simply a fan celebrating victory.

^{Joyful moments with Arsenal fans topping the league table with 7 points difference.}

After the match, I tucked them into bed, kissed their foreheads, and finally allowed myself to exhale. Today stretched me thin, but it did not break me.

Now as I lie down, muscles aching yet heart full, I prepare myself to do it all again tomorrow. Strength does not always roar, sometimes it is just a quiet woman in Cameroon who refuses to give up. Until my next diary, I wish you all a splendid week ahead with love and resilience.