If you met me at work, you’d probably describe me as composed.
Strategic.
Intimidating, if we’re being honest.
I manage scandals, reputation disasters, corporate meltdowns, and public relations nightmares for some of the most powerful people in Lagos.
I am the person companies call when everything is on fire. And somehow, that felt easier than dealing with my own life.
A few years ago, I made a decision.
I stopped trying to save people.
Friends called me controlling.
Family called me stubborn.
People I loved repeatedly ignored advice they later wished they had taken.
Eventually, I stopped offering it.
I moved into a beautiful apartment in Lekki, Lagos.
Built a successful career.
Started chasing bigger goals.
Ikoyi property.
International travels.
Partnership at the firm.
The perfect life.
Or at least the version that photographs well.
Then one Tuesday morning, in a boardroom full of executives, clients, and expectations, my body decided it had had enough.
I collapsed in the middle of a presentation.
That breakdown changed everything.
This journal is about what happened next.
Not the dramatic version.
The real version.
The awkward version.
The Lagos version.
The version where healing isn’t a straight line, family remains complicated, work still sends emails at unreasonable hours, and mindfulness somehow finds its way into all of it.
These are my notes.
My observations.
My mistakes.
My victories.
My questions.
And occasionally, my complaints.
Welcome to Lagos Mindfully.
Zara
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