The Diary Game [12/11/2025] // A Mother’s Day of Care and Hustle.

Hi guys, accept Steem greetings from the motherland-Cameroon and welcome to my blog where I share my daily lifestyle content.

The day began like every other busy weekday, a blend of motherly duties, work, and endless errands. I woke up early, even before the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window. The air was still chilly, and the sky wore a pale shade of dawn. I hurried to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and lunch boxes for the kids. Between boiling water for tea and spreading chocolate on bread, I could hear the usual morning chatter and laughter from their room. Getting the children ready for school always feels like a mini marathon dressing them up, checking their bags, and making sure no homework or assignment was left behind.

After they left for school, I turned my attention to my toddler son, who had a vaccination appointment. He looked cheerful at first, playing with his toy truck, completely unaware of what awaited him. At the health centre, we joined other mothers in the waiting area, some cuddling crying babies while others filled out immunization forms.

^{At the health center for my son’s immunisation.}

When it was finally our turn, my heart tightened a little as the nurse prepared the syringe. My little boy cried and clung to me, and I whispered softly to calm him down. It’s always hard to watch your child in pain, even for something good. After the vaccination, I bought him some apples as a peace offering, and his tears quickly dried up.

On our way home, I decided to pass by the local market to pick up some food items. The market was lively and colorful as usual, women calling out prices, traders arranging fresh vegetables, and the scent of smoked fish filling the air. I bought waterleaf, eru, fresh pepper, palm oil, and some cassava flour to make fufu. Balancing the baby on my hip and carrying bags in both hands was no easy task, but that’s the rhythm of motherhood.

^{At the local market.}

Back home, I immediately got to work in the kitchen. The aroma of eru simmering with crayfish and smoked fish soon filled the air. Cooking fufu and eru always feels like a connection to my roots that is a comforting reminder of home and culture.

^{Eru (vegetable soup) ready to be consumed with fufu.}

When the children returned from school, they were delighted to see their favorite meal waiting. We all ate heartily, and for a while, the house was filled with laughter and satisfaction.

Afterward, I helped them settle down to do their homework. Between guiding one through math exercises and helping another with reading, I kept an eye on my toddler, who was feeling a little feverish from the vaccine. Later in the evening, I administered his prescribed drugs and rocked him gently until he dozed off.

By the time the children were in bed, exhaustion washed over me, but so did a deep sense of fulfillment. My day was long and demanding, yet filled with love and purpose. As I finally stretched out to rest, I whispered a quiet prayer of gratitude, for strength, for my children’s health, and for the grace to do it all again tomorrow. Until my next diary guys, it’s good night from my end.