​The Diarygame: 11-12-2025, A day defined by self care, focus, and productivity.

​Hello Steemians! What a magnificent day it has been. I want to share a glimpse into my routine; a cycle of wellness and industry that keeps my spirit buoyant and my hands busy

​My day always begins not with a rush, but with a deliberate, ritual - prayer. This morning, I decided on a powerful, cleansing concoction: my special herbal infusion.

The assembly of ingredients is almost as satisfying as the drink itself. I collected the treasures from my kitchen pantry:

🍜 INGREDIENTS USED🍜👇🏾
⚪️ Cinnamon sticks
⚪️ Ginger
⚪️ Quava
⚪️ Cloves
⚪️ Uyayak
⚪️ Sour sop leaves
⚪️ Tumeric

​The first step is always the most important: meticulous cleansing. I took each item, the sticks, the roots, the leave and washed them thoroughly under running tap water, ensuring no speck of dirt remained. With a sharp knife, I carefully sliced the hard roots and barks. Everything went into the large, shiny kettle. I introduced a measured amount of pure water to the pot, covered it, and placed it on the gass cylinder.

​The liquid came to a steady boil and I maintained the heat, allowing the contents to simmer for a full 30 minutes. After the cooking time elapsed, I removed the kettle from the heat and allowed the potent liquid to cool naturally for fifteen minutes.

Then, I gently poured a generous portion into my favorite tall glass.

I sat on my kitchen and slowly sipped the fiery golden tea. Honestly, this herbal brew is incredibly effective; it is truly excellent for purging bodily toxins. Soon, the warmth of the brew and the power of the spices began to work their magic. I felt a gentle heat bloom under my skin, and I began to perspire profusely. It was a clear sign that the cleansing process was underway.

​Feeling refreshed and lighter, I quickly moved to the bathroom and enjoyed a cleansing shower. The cool water was a perfect contrast to the heat I had generated. After drying, a fresh energy surged through me.

​My second passion, the work that sustains me, was waiting. I stepped into my workroom and began the process of pressing a stack of beautiful garments I had recently completed on my machine. The crisp cotton and smooth silk yielded perfectly to the hot iron. I finished the task, stacking the flawlessly ironed clothes, ready for my clients.

​Around 1:00 PM, my stomach started to grumble, signaling the time for my midday meal. I swiftly prepared a simple lunch: tender corn, perfectly boiled. As soon as I was done consuming the wholesome food, I transitioned seamlessly into the next phase of my working day.

​I eagerly hopped onto my sewing machine. This is where I truly lose myself. The rhythmic whirring of the needle, the focused effort of guiding the fabric, the transformation of cloth into form; it is a deeply gratifying activity.

I sat there, completely engrossed in my craft, stitching and designing, until the clock hands pointed towards 6:00 PM.

​The concentration was intense, so I deliberately took a short but necessary break for approximately 30 minutes. I stretched my legs, rested my eyes, and allowed my muscles to relax.

​Then, with renewed purpose, I proceeded to the kitchen to make my evening sustenance. For dinner, I opted for a classic: well prepared garri served alongside with soup. It was the perfect, grounding end to a busy day.

​After enjoying the meal, I took a quick freshening up to wash away the last traces of the day's toil. My body was pleasantly tired, my mind was clear from the herbal purge, and my conscience was satisfied from a day of diligent work. I climbed into my bed and drifted off into a deep, well deserved sleep.