The Diary Game [28/01/2026] // Grace in the Midst of Many Roles.

Hi guys, accept special Steem greetings from the motherland of Cameroon and welcome to my blog where I share my daily lifestyle content with you all. Today was one of those days that truly tested my strength, patience, and faith. Yet, as I sit to write, my heart is filled with gratitude to God for the grace that carried me through it all.

My day began as early as 4:30 a.m., just like our usual weekday routine. The house was quiet, the kind of silence that only exists before dawn. I dragged myself out of bed, already feeling the weight of the many responsibilities ahead, but motherhood does not wait for tired bones. I prepared my children for school by ironing uniforms, packing their bags, making sure they were neat and ready. Watching them slowly wake up, rubbing their eyes and yawning, reminded me why I push myself this hard every day. They are my motivation.

Once they left for school, I headed straight to the local market. The market was already alive with women calling out prices, bikes passing by, and the familiar smell of fresh vegetables and spices in the air.

^{At the local market to buy food items.}

I bought eru, potatoes, egussi, fresh tomatoes, huckleberry, and other essentials. These simple food items represent nourishment, culture, and home. After purchasing everything I needed, I hopped on a bike back home, carefully balancing my load and praying we would arrive safely. Life here teaches you resilience in the smallest moments.

Back at home, there was no time to rest. I immediately started preparing the huckleberry. I washed it thoroughly, boiled it, and stored it in the freezer for later use.

That done, I moved on to cooking eru for lunch. As I stirred the pot, sweat dripping down my face, I thought about how cooking, working, and parenting all blend into one continuous cycle. It’s exhausting, but it’s also a labor of love.

^{Eru i cooked for lunch.}

After cooking, I finally allowed myself a small break. I took a cold shower, letting the water wash away some of the tiredness clinging to my body. Refreshed, I sat down to focus on my online work. Balancing online and offline work is never easy, network issues, household distractions, and fatigue constantly compete for my attention. Still, I pushed through, responding to messages and completing tasks as best as I could.

At some point, my body reminded me of its limits. I felt weak and drained, so I stepped outside and sat on the kids’ swing. The gentle movement and fresh air helped me relax. For a few minutes, I allowed myself to just breathe and exist, thanking God silently for life and strength.

^{Resting on the kids swing.}

The evening hours were dedicated to my children again. With exams ongoing, we had several revisions to go through. I sat with them patiently, explaining, correcting, and encouraging them. Even in my tired state, I knew this moment mattered. Their success is part of my sacrifice.

To end the day, I finally relaxed by watching Champions League games. It felt like a small reward after such a long day. As night fell, I reflected on everything I had managed to do. It was hard physically and mentally but I made it through.

Today reminded me that being a Cameroonian woman, a mother, a worker, and a homemaker requires strength beyond my own. I thank God for the grace that sustains me daily. Tomorrow will come with its own challenges, but tonight, I rest.