It was 6am, and I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet. But my brain was already screaming one question at me: "What will I cook today?"
I had been doing this every single day for over a decade. Nobody saw how tired it made me, not the physical kind of tired, the mental kind. The kind that wears you down quietly while you still show up, still smile, still get the pot on the fire on time.
The night before, I had googled "weekly Nigerian meal plan pdf" for what felt like the hundredth time. I downloaded three different templates. None of them fit how I actually cook, what my family actually eats, or what I could actually afford that week.
I felt like I was the only one carrying this invisible weight. I didn't even know how to explain it to my husband without sounding like I was complaining about something small. Because on paper, it is small. It's just dinner. But every single day, for years, it adds up to something heavy.
Then I found something that changed everything.