Diary of Ige

My goodness! I can’t believe I am just coming into this now! Where have I been? I won’t be too hard on myself though, my mom-hands have been full and there is a time for everything under the heavens, just thankful I can do this now. Not here to endorse or promote any trading platform, person or organisation. I have basically just made this discovery and spent the last several weeks educating myself by watching loads of videos on YouTube, listening to trade influencers, reading trading blogs and even studying the different stock exchange markets. I’ve familiarized myself with trading terms, what they mean, learnt about different types of trading platforms, investment types and just about everything related to it. It’s good to do your own due diligence when you want to try anything out for the first time, just so you feel confident enough to go into it. This is what I have been doing. I have tried to understand the potential risks involved in trading crypto, stocks and shares and d

The first thing I remembered when I woke up this morning was a poem I had been taught in primary school: My Mother by Ann Taylor . It was taught as a song and I kept singing it repeatedly in my head, couldn’t sing it out loud as I wanted my little munchkins to think I didn’t even remember it was Mother’s Day. I’d been ignoring the huddling together, conversing in hushed tones, walking into a room and the frantic packing away of God knows what! Lol! Well, I found out they were making me bracelets. They never fail to surprise me pleasantly any chance they get and all I wanted to do was carry on as if I did not know they were planning something. I have read many amazing messages from people and comments on social media. One in particular, stuck with me: “a mother can play any role, but her role is one that no one else can play” This made me pause and think of how important the relationship between a mother and a child is, and I include anyone that has stepped into that role: dads,

I have searched and still can’t find the right words to adequately express my sadness, and if I feel this way, I can’t even begin to imagine how the family and friends of Sarah Everard must be feeling at this time. Every time her picture came up on the screen these past days, I’d look intently at her face, like I was searching for…answers? Her smile looked like that of a kind person and I am certain she was one, and much loved by people in her world. I didn’t see anything that would make her a threat to anyone. So, was it her gender that put her at risk? My heart is racing as I type this question. I’m appalled, disgusted and even angry that this could happen, why do we do this to one another? Why do we look inward and come up with a reason, any reason at all to even think of hurting a fellow human? If you have no value for another life, it means you have no value for your own. But your life means something, every life does. I thought this week was tough on me emotionally as a par