look up. look around. touch grass.
We're too glued to our phones we miss nature's bliss.
We walk past miracles every single day, eyes locked on phone screens, scrolling through curated versions of life while missing the raw, unfiltered beauty God has painted all around us.
There’s a tiny flower pushing through concrete by the roadside. That flower, stubborn but hopeful, is blooming where it wasn’t invited.
But you don’t notice.
Children’s laughter echoes down the street. You, at times, miss that pure and unfiltered innocence that reminds of what joy sounds like before the world complicates it.
But you don’t notice those lads and lasses.
On cloudless nights, stars flicker like the rhymes we bi longer sing. Did you know those stars guided travelers centuries ago before geolocation was invented.
But street lights blinds your vision.
Morning birds compose symphonies before most of us open our eyes.
But the church’s loud speakers behind your window won’t let you get an earful.
Crickets hum their evening prayers when the noises of engines, horns, prayer houses, hawkers, and sirens quiets.
But power generators swallow their shrill.
The crescent moon hangs delicate in the sky like a silver promise.
Sunsets spill orange and pink across the horizon, a daily masterpiece that costs nothing to witness.
And those winding roads between states—lined with mesmerising hills that roll like waves, towering trees and humble shrubs that stand as silent sentries, rivers that slit through forests like an Amazonian python—they’re galleries we speed through without ever really seeing.
Dewdrops cling to spider webs at dawn, turning them into chandeliers of light.
Butterflies dance without music.
Rain drums its own rhythm on rooftops.
An old tree stands gnarled, its roots deeper than we’ll ever know. Its branches and leaves offering shade from the sun. A shade we barely appreciate.
Even the harmattan wind has a voice... if we’re still enough to listen.
All these wonders have we traded for online debates, silly skits, and doom scrolling.
But some things refuse to be ignored—like a smile so genuine it reminds you why you believed in beautiful things in the first place.
— Jaachịmmá Anyatọnwụ
The Bard Influencer