Fike's Corner😊

Today I sat down to write a blog. And for the first time in a while, I realized something. I don’t know what to write about. Usually there’s something in my head. A small thought. A random story. Something that turns into a blog before I even realize it. But today my mind feels… quiet. I tried to think about different things. School? I’ve written about that already. Growing up? I’ve talked about that too. My roommates? Done too. So I sat here for a while just staring at a blank page. And the funny thing is, the more I try to force an idea, the further the ideas seem to run away. But maybe that’s part of writing too. Maybe every writer has days like this. Days when your mind is full of life, but empty of words. Maybe the stories are still forming somewhere in my head. Maybe they’re hiding inside the small moments I haven’t noticed yet. Or maybe my mind just needs a little rest before the next idea shows up. Either way, I think that’s okay. Because writing, for me, has never been about f...

  There’s this girl. This very sweet girl. She’s standing at the edge of a new age this year, and if you ask her honestly, she’ll tell you she’s not ready for it. Not even a little. Adulthood seems to be sneaking up on her quietly, and she’s not sure when it started happening. One moment she was just living life, going to school, figuring things out slowly. The next moment, life started whispering words like responsibility, decisions, and the future. And somehow those words feel bigger than she expected. The funny thing is, she keeps watching her little sister grow up right before her eyes. The last born. She remembers when that girl was just a baby. She remembers feeding her, carrying her, helping her with little things. Back then, she was the one taking care of her. But now things feel a little different. Now that same little sister is the one telling her, “Don’t forget to take your medication.” And every time it happens, she pauses for a moment and thinks, When did this girl gro...

  There’s this girl. This very sweet girl I know. My best girl. Sometimes I sit and think about how lucky I am to have her in my life, and honestly, I don’t think I say it enough. She’s the kind of person who shows up in the small ways that matter. The kind that checks on you, laughs with you, and somehow knows when you need someone around.... even when you don’t say it. God knows I might not be the easiest person to deal with. There are days when my mood clearly says “Not now, girl.” Days when I’m quiet, tired, or just not in the mood for anything. But she still shows up. Still kind. Still patient. Still sweet. And somehow she understands me in a way that feels effortless. We’ve had so many small, sweet moments together. The kind that may not look like much to other people, but mean everything to us. The random conversations. The laughter that comes out of nowhere. The moments where we just sit and exist in the same space and it still feels comfortable. That’s my best girl. She m...

There's this girl I know. A really sweet girl who wants a man. A man who would love her for who she is. A man who would tolerate her little bits of craziness and still find them adorable. A man she could talk to for hours about her day without him getting tired of listening. She said he would be handsome. Fit physically. Fit spiritually. Fit emotionally. Fit mentally… basically fit in every “-ally” you can think of. He would be patient. Supportive. Hardworking. Understanding. As she spoke, her eyes lit up with excitement, like she had already met him somewhere in her imagination. Then she paused, smiled a little, and said, “That’s the man of my dreams.” And honestly, it sounded beautiful. But as she kept talking, the list kept getting longer. And longer. Until I had to stop her for a second. “Wait,” I told her. Because the truth is, none of us are perfect. And the man of her dreams probably won’t have every single thing on that list. One or two things might b...

  Yesterday, I had a small battle inside my heart. Someone needed money. Not casually.... Desperately . And I had it… but at the same time, I didn’t. Because I was broke too. I kept staring at my account balance 😭, calculating and recalculating. If I give this out, what happens to me? What if I need it tomorrow? What if I regret it? Then a quiet thought came to my mind. “The Bible says giving makes you happy.” Another thought followed: Maybe the money will find its way back to me someday. What goes around comes around… right? I hesitated.... But I gave it anyway. The next day, something unexpected happened. The money came back to me.... Not randomly....Not weeks later. The next day. And not just the same amount... six times  what I gave out. I just sat there like… wow! It really came back. Now, I won’t turn this into a “give and you’ll get rich tomorrow” story . That’s not the point. The point is what shifted inside me. I wouldn’t say I’m as generous as my parents. I watch t...

  I thought I knew the girl who slept on the bed next to mine. She is my junior. Very quiet. Always with her headphones. She keeps to herself and hardly talks to anyone. Sometimes I wondered what she was always thinking about. That afternoon, everyone in the room was asleep. It was very quiet. The fan was turning slowly. The curtains were half closed. I stepped out earlier to get something, and when I came back, I did not expect anything unusual. I pushed the door open gently. And that was when I saw her. She was standing beside her bed, not expecting anyone to come in. She had just finished bathing. She was completely exposed. For a few seconds, my brain refused to understand what I was seeing. Then it hit me. The body in front of me was not fully female. I froze. She froze too. Our eyes met. Shock. Fear. Silence. I quickly turned away and stepped back outside, my heart beating fast. I didn’t know what to think. My mind was racing. Had I been wrong this whole time?  Was my ro...