My Safe Haven.

About what I have to say about comfort...This is personal, so let's keep it that way. To me, being comfortable isn't about having a timeout in a hotel room, going on vacation, and all. I find comfort in very simple and ordinary places. One is amongst children, and the other is in my room. Those two places are home for me. I love having children around me a lot, playing, joking, singing, and all. My room, it may not look all that fancy and all, but it's my safe space. That is one place I can definitely be me.

Our world today can be very demanding. Speaking of Nigeria, Nigeria can be very exhausting. You hear noise here and there, fights at one end, arguments on the other end, a teacher's echoing A for Apple at one end, mechanics test driving a car at the other end.... Those and many more, compounded with insecurity, are enough to choke the life out of anyone. It can be tiresome outside, but anytime I am around kids, it feels like the world has given me a chance to be free—I mean free. Also, anytime I'm in my room, it feels as if everything is on pause because of me.

The kids are very special to me, but my other comfort, which is my room, is not that special. I don't have any fancy furniture, no big cupboard, no big bed, no bookshelves, but then it houses every piece of me.... I write a lot, so it houses lots of books. Also, I read a lot, I have books stacked up near my bed, now all of those compounded with the beautiful scent my room emits, makes me comfortable. One of the reasons why my room happens to be an important place to me is its cleanliness. I am never the type to get tired of cleaning, sweeping, and mopping. I love order a lot, I love when my space is clean and well arranged. It is a form of therapy for me. Even at night where there's no light, I easily locate my things.

Like I said the other time, I write and read a lot, and I do most of that in my room because I feel comfortable being in my small space. I write various things; some are in my phone's note app, while most are in my jotter... I write things from my fears to dreams, to prayers, to my plans and aspirations. Not only that, but I love to pour out my heart by writing. It makes me feel light and all.

And when I feel like reading too. I do it well; books carry me into a different world. I'm glad I have my own little space to do all of that. Not only that, but I listen to music at times; I'm a lover of music. When it feels as if everything is too much for me to bear, I go in, lock my door, play some soft music, and lie down...no thinking, just lying down there, my eyes closed, and just breathing.

But more than all of those activities, the room gives me a different kind of feeling; the children make me feel and love differently and deeply too. Imagine having two kids fight right before you, and the next minute you see them playing together again.... You hardly find that in adults. When I am out, I wear my usual smile and act strong and all, even when I don't feel like it. But in the comfort of my room, I do have to perform; I can be both weak and vulnerable before/amidst those children as well, and I can be free and be myself.

Comforts aren't far away, and they don't even have to be gotten/bought with/through money. It can be as simple as having a spot or space all to yourself, just like mine; it can be as simple as having children around you. That is it for me; no matter how rough and rowdy everything gets, no matter how down I am, anytime I walk into my room or am around kids...it screams... you're safe.

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