21/09/2025
I was once a little girl with dust on her feet , a dress too big for her frame , and dreams too big for her family.
life at home was simple not measured in wealth or glamour, but in the laughter of siblings, the warmth of firewood meals and the sound of my mother's voice praying before dawn .
we didn't have much but we had everything that mattered; love, values, and a quiet strength we didn't even know we were building.
I remember trying wrappers around my waist pretending I was the "Madam" of the house sewing with imaginary fabrics and cooking with bottle covers and pebbles.
I didn't know back then that those games were glimpses of my future, that my hands would one day skillfully stitch real decent dresses and serve real purpose.
child hood taught me resilience in subtle ways like how to smile even when the food wasn't enough, how share what little I had . How to sit quietly and listen to the elders because in their silence was wisdom and in their words legacy.
some times I wonder if that little girl would recognize me now.
if she'd be proud of who I've become, and I think... maybe would smile and say, " yes Lydie you didn't forget where we started".
Because even now with all that has changed, I still carry the little lydie with me, her curiosity, her kindness, her quiet courage. I've learned that growth doesn't mean forgetting. it means honouring the path that brought you here , and the God who walked with you every step of the way.
So today, I write this not just as a memory, but as a reminder; Never Despise your humble beginnings, within them lie the fingerprints of God, gently shaping your tomorrow.
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