"SC-S32/W6-"Today's Writing, Tomorrow's Memories - The creative diary

FEELING ABOUT THIS TOPIC

I love that there are many topics given in the creative field for each individual to choose and create some magic. I would love to thank @mahadisalim and @wirngo for putting up the post. Every individual have an experience on either of these fields. I'm so excited this contest has given me a chance to show my creative skill. Diary dated 1/07/2026
You know what I love doing the most?
I love creating piece with my hands and so now let's check what magic these hands, mind, and brain could do.

AN INNOVATIVE THOUGHT OF MINE

I woke up at the odd hour of 3:00am on a Wednesday when all humans were sleeping and snoring. They were really tired I guess, but my mind wouldn't let me be at rest. So after I prayed, I picked up my phone and opened my Google doc app to write. I have been ill so I pour out my heart most times to my writing and while Iaaopened my doc and created a new document, the title “WHAT IF” came up. So, I wrote trusting the flow and this was the end product of it.

WHAT IF

Fathers are sole providers, putting a lot of work in to keep the family going even at a detriment to themselves at times and then I thought don't they get tired?

He sat in the car for a long, heavy moment just trying to steady his heart. When he finally stood, his shoulders were slumped under an invisible weight.When he finally reached his front door and stretched out his hand to turn the handle, his breath suddenly failed him. With his chest tightening and his strength spent, he simply slumped to the ground, the weight of the day finally letting go.

Just then, Anita walked in.

The scream from Anita kept the neighbourhood on alert, each rushing to render help.

“What happened?”... They asked.

Not waiting for a response, he was rushed and admitted to the hospital.

He is pronounced dead on arrival.

Anita cried, informing her mother and siblings who had just got back.

When he died, the question they let out of their tears was who is going to take care of us now, who would provide, who would protect us, would we be okay without a father?

Her mother yelled, cried, begging him to wake up.

“Who will help me take care of these children, who are you leaving me for, I will never make you feel unappreciated, be with me”. She said

Everyone had their version of him in their head but one thing stood out. It wasn't the thought of losing him. It was his utility. The fear was for their own survival

Then I asked what if?

What if he died long before he died now.
There is a different pain that comes from being unseen, unappreciated and in constant pressure.

What if he died long ago from this moment being a provider who barely afforded basics for himself but ensured all had that.
Being a protector when he also needed to be protected because his heart felt heavy and he couldn't lean on.

What if he died long before his death from efforts he put in but still felt unappreciated.

What if he died long before his death or questioning if he or things he does is ever enough?

“Who would provide for us now?”...
Is all I could hear, I would never make you feel unappreciated is all the pleas they could render to the dead.

What if it's never the thought of losing those who died but the benefits you had from them? The grief of loss with the panic of survival.

Yes the benefits of losing who was your sole provider, who made you feel appreciated, who made you feel seen, heard and loved.

What if these benefits were never there, were never gotten?
Would you feel the hurts of losing them like if you had gotten benefits from them?

What if?
Just what if?

What if you just learn to give more attention to yourself?

What if you start treating yourself and loving yourself more than usual.
What if you prioritize your whole self and peace making what threatens it a foreign body and fighting it just like your immune system does to foreign bodies.

What if, just what if it isn't about you but the benefits they stand to lose if you are gone.

And what if we do better by making these people who come through for you, provide, take care of you, stand by you, help you through, feel appreciated, loved, and not taken for granted not just once in a blue moon but often reminding them of this.

What if our society,
Our people,
Friends,
What if we stop waiting before they are gone to offer appreciation?
What if we stop viewing their efforts as our right.

For even we, we deserve the love and effort we give.

Drops pen✍️✍️
Precious Sunday ♥️

DECORATING OR MAKING SOMETHING WITH YOUR OWN HANDS

On that Wednesday, since I woke up early I figured, I will have to do my chores and I wasn't going to school that day. I miss my pupils but health comes first. I was done with all my chores everyone had gone out I was left alone at home bored, I went to the bag I love putting pieces of materials and some other stuff to check what I could create to ease the boredom since I knew I'll be posting on steemit about what I decorated with my hands a topic I chose to discuss on.

Searching through the bag, I found a petal. Petal is the name given to those white piece you have seen in the photo above it is used for decorating. After I got my petal, I picked up my pearls(in blue), a candle gum, a band. My intention is to use those materials and create an hairband. I also got a glue for that. First, remove your petals from the pack it is sectioned into four places. Remove I piece and detach them, then apply a glue on it you can place three petals at first then continue to give you the desired flower shape you want, if you want it bulky or so. After that, I place my pearls to beautify it. I used my candle gum (it is strong to glue used for attaching things on dresses or materials) to attach the pearls to the petals, I got my band ready and still used the candle gum to attach my new made floor from petals to the hairband and I loved the outcome.
The above pictures are screenshots from the video made out of my work. I made a video between and had to take screenshots of it.

I also had to make my sister's hair. She came back around 1:00pm. She felt frustrated and narrated after paying money to make her hair on a Wednesday, in respect to her school project on Friday, her hairstylist disappointed her and she has no one to run to but me her senior sister. I couldn't say no and we made do with an old attachment as her stylist called in sick.
I made a weaving for her and she told me thank you. And I am glad I could help. The above picture is when I made her hair versus her slaying on her project day.
The first picture is me braiding her hair, the second is her together with her friend taking photos after their project couldn't get a clean shot of the hair.

I made egg sauce too towards evening at around 5:25 pm. I bought things I needed like egg, tomatoes, groundnut oil, seasoning cubes, onions and scent leaf.
After chopping my onions into a plate, grinding my pepper and chopping my scent leaf, I put the pot on a gas and poured in my groundnut oil and cooked on a low heat. Later,I poured in my onions, tomatoes, pepper and seasoning cubes and stirred. I loved the sound the pot made at first when I poured my onion into the frying oil. After I had stirred for about five minutes, I broke open my eggs into a plate after stirring I poured it into the oil and allowed it cook properly on fire. After some minutes, I poured in my already chopped scent leaf into the pot and stirred properly.
I dished into everybody's plate at home.
We ate it with boiled yam. The picture above is me on my way to serve my dad. So, I took pictures of it.

My day wasn't bad after all I wrote, swept the house which is my chores and helped my sister make her hair, and also cooked dinner. I learnt to do this because mom said you'll become a mother one day and if you don't start training yourself to do things, you may find it strange to do it when you become one.