The Diarygame|| 2025, 08/28|| my day of hard work

Hello Steemians friends in the community good evening. I am @tenderwise, from Nigeria.

My eyelids fluttered open, greeted by the soft, diffused light of the morning. It was August 28th, 2025, a date I had marked in my mind for a special project.My feet touched the cool floorboards as I rose from bed, and a wave of gratitude washed over me. I murmured a quiet thank you to God, a daily ritual that centered my spirit before the day's hustle began.

​After refreshing wash and a simple breakfast of pap and akara, I felt ready to face the day . My mission for the day was crucial.I needed to source the perfect sewing materials for a client's intricate design.

This was not just a job it was my passion, a way I brought beautiful ideas to life with my hands. I grabbed my worn leather bag and stepped out into the bustling streets of my neighborhood. The environment was thick with the sounds of daily life.

​The shopp was a vibrant tapestry of colors and smells. I navigated the labyrinthine alleys with a practiced ease, my eyes scanning for the specific patterns and textures I needed. I found the deep, stall, its quality even better than I'd hoped.

Then, I found the perfect, shimmering like liquid sunshine, at another. My heart swelled with a pure satisfaction as I secured my purchases, already picturing how the finished piece would look.

​On my way back, I decided to make a quick stop at my friend Hope's shop. She was a kindred spirit, a fellow creative, and I knew she would appreciate my finds.

We chatted for a while, sharing stories and laughter, a moment of connection that was a welcome break from my busy day. Her encouragement was a nice boost, and I left feeling energized and ready to get to work.

​Back in my house, the real magic began. I unrolled the fabric, its rich color a promise of the elegance to come.

With my sharp seesaw, I began the meticulous process of cutting. This stage demanded total focus, a steady hand, and a keen eye. I moved slowly, deliberately, each cut a precise action that would determine the garment's final shape.

The hours flew by, and the sun began to set, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and purple, Hahaha .

​By 7:00Pm, the cutting was finally complete. I sighed, a deep breath of relief and exhaustion. My back ached, and my fingers felt a little stiff, but the neatly stacked pieces of fabric were a testament to my hard work. I knew the sewing would begin tomorrow proper. For now, I needed to rest. I took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the day's fatigue.

Dinner was a simple plate of jollof rice, a comforting meal that replenished my body. ​Finally, I slipped into my bed. The soft sheets felt like a cloud, and I closed my eyes.