FROM KAIMA’S DIARY
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In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the trees spoke in hushed tones and the wind sang of ancient tales, there was a village that thrived on miracles. The villagers believed in the extraordinary, and miracles were as common as the morning dew.
One day, a young girl named Elara ventured deeper into the woods than anyone had dared before. She was searching for the fabled Miracle Flower, a bloom said to grant a single wish to the one who found it. Elara, with her heart full of hope, wished to heal her ailing mother.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, Elara stumbled upon a clearing. In the centre stood a solitary flower, glowing with an ethereal light. It was the Miracle Flower, just as the legends described.
Elara approached the flower and whispered her wish into its delicate petals. The air around her shimmered, and the flower released a single, glowing seed that floated towards her home. By the time Elara returned, her mother was standing at the doorstep, healthy and smiling.
The Miracle Flower had vanished, but its gift remained, a testament to the power of belief and the miracles that reside in the Whispering Woods.
As the village gathered to celebrate, Elara stood before them, her voice clear and strong:
“Dear family, friends, and community, the world we live in is a miracle on its own, and every element of our existence is a mystery. Let us always remember these daily miracles. The air we breathe, each sunrise, each moment of laughter and love, beautiful relationships, and much more, are all the miracles that weave the fabric of our lives. Let us not seek wonders in the far reaches of the forest alone, but also recognize the magic in the ordinary, the hope in each other’s eyes, and the strength in our united hearts”
I hope that as we live each day, we also and always believe in the possibility of tomorrow and the power that lies within each of us to make it better.
✍️Chikaima Zita Unachukwu.
