THE EXPRESSION

  It’s true you are tall. I can see you are handsome. You are endowed by heaven With beautiful legs like those of the gazelle And eyes as witty as the doves. Your skin colour is as perfect as the word PERFECT . Your accent entices everyone that hears you speak. You are the desire of many. Your beauty is captivating. Your bold chest and sound voice Break the resistance of the strongest woman. Your ivory skin, teeth as white as snow, Flawless skin and accent, Diamond-like set of teeth, or killer shape. I may not know how to command the crowd like you do. My charisma level may just be zero. Yet, I can’t be you. So, stop! Stop pointing at how short I am, How dark he is, how slim she looks, How timid they appear… Just stop telling us how inadequate you feel we are. How you think we can’t make it far, Because you’ve judged us dull and have raised the bar. Just stop dragging our names and toying with our self-esteem. We know we are more! We may not be as fast as ...

For generations, men have worn silence like armour. They were taught that tears are weakness. That vulnerability is a flaw. That emotions must be buried, lest they betray their masculinity. But the truth? They are made of biology, not brick. They feel. They struggle. They grieve. And when the weight is too heavy, they cry. It’s time to rewrite the script. To tell young boys and grown men alike: You don't have to be hard to be strong. You don't have to be silent to be respected. You don’t have to be less human to be more of a man . So here’s your reminder: If you feel, you're not broken. If you cry, you're not weak. You're just human. And that… is enough. ✍ The Expression Voice

There’s a group of people I’ve been thinking about lately. A group rarely applauded, barely acknowledged, yet they carry more than many of us can imagine. This post is for them. You're worth every single letter in this piece. I’ll admit that I’ve been tempted to think of you as more than human. To assume that you don’t feel pain the way the rest of us do. That, instead of blood, it’s some kind of pressurized gas that flows through your veins. That you were molded, not from the soft matter like the rest of us, but from gravel mixed with cement. So we assume you're strong. We assume strength, even when weakness is tattooed across your forehead. We assume resilience, even when your shoulders slump under the weight of silent burdens. We assume you can handle it, even when the pressure at work is squeezing the life out of you. We assume you’re the provider, even when you’re scraping the bottom of an empty cup. And somehow, you still manage to give. To show up. To keep going. Sometim...

  How about you wear a smile today? I get it; your mind is crowded. Twirling here and there like a whirlwind. You’ve got bills to pay . Deadlines to chase . Relationships to nurture . And a thousand little things pulling you in every possible direction. It’s easy to get lost in the cycle of doing , constantly moving from one task to the next, rarely catching a breath. Your body keeps going, but your mind is overwhelmed. Your shoulders tense. Your heart races. Your peace? Nowhere to be found. But just for a moment… Pause. Breathe. And smile. It may not magically erase the mountain of tasks in front of you. It won’t cancel your bills or reschedule your meetings. No. But it will do something small yet powerful: ✨ It will relax your nerves . ✨ It will soothe your mind . ✨ It might even help you see things a little more clearly; perhaps even uncover an easier way to navigate what’s ahead. Smiling doesn’t mean ignoring your reality. It means choosing to face it with a ...

  What was said about little drops and the ocean again? Before we delve into the topic proper, let me share a story with you. Some time ago, I found myself in a village where water was regarded as the next rarest thing after petroleum. It was really difficult to get water to drink, let alone to bathe. But one thing gave everyone hope in that village: rain . Every passing day, we looked forward to the beautiful drizzles from the sky. In fact, we became so observant that we could predict the weather. When a certain part of the sky darkened, we knew it would rain. It's safe to say we became self-made or should I say, condition-made meteorologists. There were nights when we went to bed with high hopes, leaving our pails and bowls outside, trusting that by dawn, we would wake up to water. Sometimes, we greeted the new day with joy. Other times, our hopes were dashed, our containers still as empty as the night before. Yet, life continued. Many times, when we anticipated a heavy dow...

Most times, when the word modesty is mentioned, people’s minds fly straight to dressing. Come, take a seat, and let’s talk. Modesty is all-encompassing. From talking to eating, to dressing, to making friends, to whatever you’re doing, modesty should be considered. So, what is modesty? In layman’s terms, it’s simply doing things in ‘not-so-loud’ ways. Let’s just say: keeping things simple. You’ve probably been using the word ‘demure ’, perhaps because it recently trended on social media, without realizing it means modest. Now you know. Back to our discussion. Being modest doesn’t mean lowering your standards or demeaning yourself. No. In fact, it speaks volumes about your personality. Let’s take dressing as a case study. Some people dress to kill, not to fit. Before you pick a dress and feel that its luxury is what makes you valuable and seen, it’s important to know this: the dress doesn’t give you value. You give the dress value. You make the dress seen . Without you, that dress would ...