FOURsights Arts and Media Consult

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27/10/2025

The Flame That Glows Quieter But Stronger.

When Ngozi and Tunde got married, their love was loud—full of butterflies, long calls, and candlelit promises. Everyone admired them. “They’re so in love,” people would say.

But five years later, things weren’t as dreamy. They had to struggle with raising their kids. Work was demanding. Sleep was a luxury. Romance became brief smiles across rooms and the occasional tired hug.

One Saturday morning, Tunde was mopping the floor while Ngozi bathed their children. No one asked. No dramatic music. Just the rhythm of daily life.

Later that evening, Ngozi sat beside him and said, “Thank you for today.”

He shrugged. “We’re a team. This is us.”

They didn’t need roses or poetry. What held them together was mutual service—doing the hard, unglamorous things without keeping score. She cooked, he cleaned. He drove, she managed bills. When one was tired, the other stepped in.

Their love evolved. It matured from fireworks into a steady flame—less exciting, but far more lasting.

It wasn’t grand gestures that sustained them, but small, everyday sacrifices powered by mutual commitments. Not "how do I feel?" but "what does my partner need?"

21/10/2025

The symbolic Meaning.

While growing up in a small, quiet village nestled between soft green hills, a boy named Kelechi saw the world a little differently.
One dusty afternoon, while sweeping his grandfather’s study, he stumbled upon an old, faded notebook.

Curious, he flipped through it. On each page was a single number—1 to 100—and next to it, a short scribble.
7 — “The days it took to create wonder.”
12 — “The tribes, the disciples, the calendar of man.”
0 — “Not emptiness, but the womb of all beginnings.”

He chuckled at first, but the curiosity grew stronger. “Grandpa, why did you write meanings next to the numbers?” he asked.
The old man looked up from his chair and smiled softly. “Because, my boy, numbers are like words. Just symbols. Empty. Cheap. Until we give them meaning.”

Kelechi frowned, puzzled.
His grandfather leaned in. “Think of it this way: a ‘3’ on paper might mean nothing to someone. But if it stands for your three sisters? Or becomes 3,000 naira in your pocket? That same mark suddenly matters.”

Through human beings' deliberate efforts, numbers or words can be emotional and symbolic. A ‘0’ in casual talk is meaningless, but that same ‘0’ added to a ‘50,000’ on a cheque? That is school fees paid, a mother fed, a dream sparked.
Kelechi realized that just like words, numbers become valuable when wrapped in human experience.