SAFA

What if life came with a rewind button?   What if we could CTRL+Z our biggest opposites and heartbreaks?   What if that one message was sent... or never sent?   What if you took that leap instead of playing it safe? Let’s be real  “what ifs” are like pop-up ads in our brain. They show up uninvited, make us overthink, and lowkey mess with our vibe. But hey, aren't they also proof that we care? That deep down, we crave magic, change, and a lil’ plot twist? What if you chased your dreams instead of deadlines?   What if your ‘Plan B’ becomes the bomb-dot-com life you never saw coming?   What if you hugged tighter, smiled wider, said “I love you” louder? Truth is, “what ifs” can be haunting or healing  depends on how you wear them. You either turn them into regrets or revolutions.   So the next time a “what if” whispers in your head, don’t just scroll past it. Pause. Reflect. Maybe it’s the universe saying, “Go for it, fam...

I used to laugh at those overdramatic summer drink ads. You know the ones guy crawling in the desert, shirt stuck to his soul, clutching a straw like it's a lifeline. Dramatic much? I thought so too.   But oh, the joke’s on me. Because now, it’s giving "Welcome to the Sahara but make it real life." The sun isn't just hot it's on a full-blown ego trip. Like, why are you attacking us, sir? Calm down. You’re not a spotlight, and we’re not auditioning for Survivor: Planet Earth Edition. Scene 1: The Meltdown Diaries I stepped out of my house for 3 minutes. THREE. Came back looking like I ran a marathon through a microwave. My skin said “crispy,” my hair said “humidity horror,” and my soul whispered, “Bro, go back inside.”    And don’t get me started on the roads tar is basically soup, and the air? Feels like breathing inside a toaster. I swear I saw a crow wearing sunglasses and sipping Glucon-D under a tree. No cap. Scene 2: The Great Hydration War  Everywhere I go...

No cap , being fake is the new personality trait. Welcome to Fakeland, where everyone’s wearing a social mask, not for safety, but for social approval. Realness? Ghosted. Authenticity? Soft-blocked. Vulnerability? Left on read. It’s giving “fake it till you make it, but make it spiritual, aesthetic, and emotionally unavailable. People don’t connect anymore they network Every “Let’s catch up soon” is basically “I’ll double-tap your story and dip.” We’re not talking, we’re trauma-dumping with zero intent to follow up. One day they’re commenting “ily bestieee” under your post, and the next? They’re dragging your name in the group chat like it’s a trending audio. And don’t even get me started on the “deep souls” posting vague sad quotes with a mirror selfie like they just cured heartbreak. Bro, you’re not healing you’re hiding behind Canva fonts and moody filters. We live in a world where everyone’s soft-launching their toxicity. Friendships are curated like IG grids looks good outside, bu...