Aurorawrites✍️

Low self-esteem is something I battled with for years. Growing up, so many factors contributed to it, shaping how I saw myself and interacted with the world. The Root of My Struggles 1. An Embarrassing Experience A situation that defined most of my childhood, teenage years, and early adulthood left a lasting impact on me. (Hopefully, you will get to learn more about this hidden and untold part of my life in Scars , my ongoing memoir.) 2 . Verbal Abuse I grew up around adults who were very expressive. I didn’t get beaten much because I rarely erred, but I was lambasted at the slightest mistake. It didn’t help that I was an emotional child. 3. Body Shaming Oh Lord! How I suffered from this. I was never the ‘curvy’ girl. I was tall and almost skinny throughout my teenage years (even now, there isn’t much difference). My classmates, neighbors, and even my own family made me the butt of their jokes.  Tinrinbeku , Lepa Shandi —all the not-so-beautiful names for slim girls. A particular c...

There are a handful of things I dislike. One of them is attention. I hate the spotlight—limelight, center stage, or whatever you choose to call being the focus of everyone’s eyes. If I had my way, I would stay behind the curtains, quietly doing what I love without drawing too much notice. But if there is one thing I have come to learn as a writer, it is the importance of visibility. A writer with no visibility is like a microphone with no battery—present, but powerless. Of what use is a voice that can’t be heard? What use are words that can’t be read? This truth applies not only to writing but to every sphere of life. Whether you are a business owner, an artist, a speaker, or a professional in any field, you need visibility. You need to be seen, heard, and known for what you do. Only then can you make a difference. I won’t pretend it’s easy. Visibility is uncomfortable. It demands stepping out of the shadows and allowing yourself to be noticed, judged, and even criticized. But it is al...

I know, I know😊… It’s been a while, and you missed me😄. I missed you too🤗! The past three weeks have taken me through the intense, military-regimented experience of NYSC orientation camp—a place where comfort is a foreign concept. Alongside my fellow Prospective Corps Members, I was trained, drilled, and lectured, all in preparation for the service year. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: NYSC camp was never designed for our convenience. The system wasn’t structured for relaxation. On the contrary, it was built to push us beyond our limits, to stretch our endurance, and to test our resilience. It challenged our patience, management skills, and capacity to thrive under pressure. And while that may seem harsh, I’ve come to realize that discomfort is often the birthplace of growth. In life, ease doesn’t always equate to progress. Comfort, though pleasant, can lull us into stagnation. Growth, on the other hand, demands discomfort—it requires stretching, learning, and some...