Fike's Corner😊

I’m Tired!!!!! If “tired” was a person, it would be me. The words “I’m tired” come out of my mouth so easily these days. Almost too easily. Sometimes I even stop myself and think, “Am I complaining too much?” But I’ve realized something. Saying it out loud actually helps. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a “woe is me”😂 way. Just in a real way. Because pretending I’m not tired.....really doesn’t make the tiredness disappear. School has been a lottttt lately. Not just classes. Not just assignments. But the mental weight of trying to balance everything!!!! Trying to be serious.....Trying to be responsible.... Trying to plan for the future.....Trying to show up for people..... Trying to show up for myself.... It’s like I’m constantly juggling, and I’m scared that if I drop one thing, everything will scatter. And the funny thing is....I don’t even have time for the things that make me feel like myself anymore. Reading for fun. Writing just because. Creating content without thinking of deadlin...

  Lately, I’ve noticed something about myself. I hardly ever feel ready before I do anything. I’m not ready to post. I'm not ready to write. Neither am I ready to share. But somehow… I still do it. Most times, I don’t feel confident. I just act first and think later. And honestly, that’s how most of my blog posts happen. I don’t sit down with a plan. I just write when my head feels full and I need to let something out. That’s exactly how my  night shift blog came to be. I wrote it in the morning after work, tired and half asleep. I didn’t edit it or try to make it perfect. I just typed what I felt and left it in my drafts. Not because it was bad, but because I kept thinking I would “fix it later.” But later never came. And then I realized something about myself....I like to romanticize chaos. Not in a dramatic way, but in small moments. Like reading a book during a night shift. Or finding peace in silence. Or laughing about mosquitoes disturbing my sleep. Or turning a stressf...

Let me start with something simple: I cannot leave my bucket of water outside.Why? Because… what if someone poisons it? I know, I know.... logically, no one is going to poison my water. But my brain doesn’t care about logic. My brain is about: “What if? What if? What if?” And then my brain immediately jumps to the next level: “What if they pour that seed… is it poison ivy now? …the one that makes your body itch seriously… into my water?” I mean… I haven’t offended anybody. Not that I know of. But then my brain is like: “What if they meant it for someone else and mistook my bucket for theirs?” “Or… what if someone just carries my bucket away? Steals it? Technically?” At this point, I’m checking everyone’s pots, double-checking my own bucket, and questioning my life choices.... all while everyone is asleep and it’s midnight...😂 What inspired this blog? Funny thing...it's not the bucket of water. It’s 12 a.m., I’m in my room, and there’s a wall gecko chilling on the ceiling. Yes, ju...

  2025 was a lottt..... This is the story of a girl who moved through that year sometimes confidently, sometimes unsure....well! Most times... sometimes holding herself together with routines and soft hopes.... It was an eventful year... A chaotic one! Very chaotic at that! A year that tested her in quiet ways and loud ones too. And although she entered it innocent and hopeful, the months had plans of their own.... And here is what 2025 did to her...from January to December. January... January did not arrive with a list of goals or those dramatic new year resolutions. For her, it began quietly inside hospital corridors and clinical rotations. Most days were spent moving from one posting to another and learning through experience  There were night shifts that blurred into mornings, afternoon shifts that stretched longer than expected🫠, and constant exposure to people in conditions she could not always fix.... only observe and care for. She met patients from different walks of ...

Hi guys, remember how I said the night-shift blog has been gathering dust in my drafts? Yeah… I wrote it the morning after my night shift and never touched it again. So instead of re-editing, I’m sharing it just as I wrote it....raw, tired, and honest. So here goes....  Hey everyone! It’s been a while, but I promise few posts are coming...within the next six weeks, or at least before the year ends. I’ve been swamped lately, but I decided to turn my recent night‑shift into a blog post. I wasn’t thrilled about working the night shift, but since I had no choice, I figured I’d make the most of it. I spent the whole day digging into  Dream Count  (still not finished, but I’ve got a lot to say about Chiamaka...save that for later). I also watched My Life with the Walter Boys ; there are so many twists that I’ve been itching to drop a review on social media, even though the film came out a couple of years ago. My day was a blur of meals, sleep, reading, and movies. At 6:15 pm I...

  When I told myself "I really need a good picture for my BookTok and Bookstagram'' I knew Naomi was my go to photographer!, I reached out to Naomi a week before our exams telling her I would love to take photos for my next book reviews, she told me to inform her as soon as I'm ready, now the only thing holding me back was "books", I needed actual physical books for this mini shoot, so I figured I'll lend from friends, and thankfully, I got what I needed! Naomi has been my classmate for about 3 years now and I'm not sure when she discovered this photography skill, but now that I'm writing this, I figured I'll let her write about it herself, so I want you to know that in this blog, 2 people did something! Naomi will take you through the photoshoot from her perspective, discussing her photography journey, what makes her unique, why she should be your go-to photographer, and where she envisions herself in the next five years. I’ll share my own pe...