The rain won’t stop

A reason to why : episode three

Happy New Year, my people🙈please don’t side eye me 😂

I know we’re already a few weeks into 2025 or a month in 🥹but this is my first letter of the year, and I wanted to start it right. With honesty. With reflection. With a little story that has stayed with me for years.

But before that, let me talk about growth.

Last year, I planted a lot of seeds. Not literal ones like Agbalumo or mango, I promise🌝but seeds of effort, of love, of consistency. I worked hard, showed up, took risks. I poured myself into a couple of things …my dreams. I was diligent. I gave my ‘best’.

And yet… some things didn’t sprout🙂. And that’s okay

Some dreams didn’t unfold the way I hoped. Some efforts felt like they vanished into the soil. There were moments I felt like that younger version of myself, staring at the ground, waiting for something to break through.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: just because you don’t see growth immediately doesn’t mean it’s not happening. Some seeds take longer. Some need different conditions. And some—no matter how much we water them—just aren’t meant to grow.

I learned patience last year. I learned that failure isn’t always about doing something wrong—it’s sometimes just about timing. And most importantly, I learned that I am still growing, even when I can’t see it.

That’s why this story means so much to me.

The Bean That Never Sprouted💔

“Be diligent and watch it work out.” That’s what they say, right? Or maybe there’s a verse in the Bible that says something close. I don’t know.

But I do know that in junior secondary school, I was given an assignment. Our agriculture teacher told us to plant beans at home and bring them back after a week or two—I can’t quite remember the timeline. But I remember my excitement. I was going to grow beans!

Now, did I like eating beans? Not particularly. But the idea of watching something I planted grow? That thrilled me.

I was diligent. I watered my beans, made sure they got enough sun, checked on them like they were my little green babies. I did everything right. So, of course, my beans would sprout.

Except… they didn’t.

The day came for us to bring our beans to class. One by one, my classmates proudly revealed their sprouted beans—little green stems pushing through the soil. But mine? Nothing. Just soil, sitting there, mocking me.

I was confused. I was sad. And for the first time, I felt like I had failed.

Why wouldn’t my beans sprout? I did everything I was supposed to do. Did nature just not like me? Was it because I didn’t even like eating beans? Some kind of cosmic revenge?

My teacher explained why it might have happened—maybe the seed was bad, maybe something in the soil wasn’t right. But it didn’t make sense to me. All I knew was that I had done everything I could, and it still didn’t work.

It’s been years since then, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget that feeling. The disappointment. The unfairness. The quiet lesson hiding underneath it all.

Because now, I understand something I didn’t back then.

Sometimes, we do everything right, and things still don’t work out. Not because we weren’t diligent. Not because we didn’t try hard enough. But because some seeds just don’t sprout.

And that’s okay.

It doesn’t mean we should stop planting(

*deep sigh 😔

It doesn’t mean we should stop believing. It just means that some things take longer. Some things need different soil. Some things won’t grow, but something else will.

Be diligent. Show up for your dreams, your goals, your love, your work. Even when it feels like nothing is happening. Even when everyone else’s “beans” are sprouting and yours isn’t.

Because something—somewhere—will sprout.

And when it does, it’ll be right on time.

Here’s to 2025. Here’s to growth. Here’s to the seeds we’re planting.

Oh yeah happy Valentine’s Day in advance❤️

See you 🥰