"Weekly Contest 43 || The Diary Game || A Day Painted in Three Parts
🌅 Morning – Aurora initium
When my eyes open, it was a little later than usual, maybe around 6:30 or so, the curtain had this weak light dripping through it. Not too sharp, but soft like the first note of a song you barely hear. I sit up, not rushing, rubbing my eyes as though sand had been poured inside them. First thought that came to me was “Gratias ago” which mean I thank, even if my tongue didn’t really speak it loud, it was more like whispering in my head.
I brushed, splash water on face, and for a second the cold made me almost laugh. Tea was boiling already while I slice bread and fry eggs, a smell like comfort climbing the room. Honey stirred inside the tea and I watch the swirl just because. Altogether the breakfast cost me ₦1,200, I think that’s near 0.5 STEEM, I didn’t count it twice because why bother when the stomach is waiting.
After eating, I lean against the chair with book open, not really focused but still letting my eyes move across the letters. Meditationes was the title, though my mind kept drifting to the sound of a rooster outside shouting like king of the sun. Somehow that bird feels like clock, only louder and with more pride. I scrolled my phone later, checking messages but mostly ignoring them, feeling half awake half lost.
☀️ Afternoon – Media dies
By afternoon the sun push harder but not cruel, a bright heat spreading on everything. I had to walk to market, so I carried small bag with me, shoes tapping the dusty ground. Tomatoes shining red like coins, onions piled like hills, peppers sharp in their colors, vendors all shouting. Bargain here, argue there, smile with someone, frown with another. In the end I spent ₦3,700 for vegetables, pepper, onion and garri, maybe 1.5 STEEM if I should note it.
Back at home, I made jollof rice. The kitchen hot, steam rising, pepper smell filling my nose. I slice plantain too, fried golden, crispy edges that almost burn but didn’t. Plate ready, I eat slowly, not rushing, Afrobeat playing from speaker. The sound made the rice taste even more alive, each spoon with rhythm. I say to myself quietly dulcis (sweet) because life feel like that in moments.
After food I washed dishes, water dripping and soap sliding, then I swept my room. Dust made small clouds but I didn’t mind, just kept moving broom. Plants near the window got water next, their leaves almost shining after sip. For a little while I wrote poem about clouds, the lines didn’t rhyme but who cares, words were like drops falling from my brain. Then I sat outside, children ran past me laughing, running in circles, chasing themselves without reason. Their voices made the whole afternoon lighter, like bells ringing without needing a church.
🌙 Evening – Noctis pulchritudo
Evening drifted in soft, air cooler and shadows longer. I decided to cook eba with okra soup, thick and green, fish swimming inside like little treasures. The market had taken ₦2,500 from me earlier for fish and spices, I mark it as 1 STEEM because I like to track both worlds. Dinner warm, heavy, filling, the kind of food that hugs you quietly and doesn’t let go. I ate slow, nodding my head at nothing, almost smiling for no clear reason.
Later I call a friend, we talk about past, about silly things from school days, about promises for weekend meeting. Both of us laugh too loud sometimes, maybe the neighbors heard but that’s fine. After call ended I sat with pen in journal, writing about day, my letters messy but heart clear. I whispered Vita est pulchra—life is beautiful—even if nobody else was listening.
Night was deeper now, stars scattered like spilled salt above. I watched them from my window, the sky looking endless, almost pulling me out. I think stars know secrets but they never speak. Then bed was waiting, I pulled blanket, close my eyes, let peace climb slowly on me. Breathing softer, dreams already touching the edge of my mind.
✨ That was my day, maybe ordinary, maybe not. Each step small but filled with miracula parva (little miracles). The morning had its quiet light, afternoon its living sounds, and night its calm shadow. Life, even simple, feels painted with color if you choose to see it.
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Cc,
@m-fdo
You had a great and amazing day
Yes I did had a great day and it was amazing