Friday is for dreaming about the weekend! Whether it's a big adventure or a quiet night in, I'd love to hear your plans.
I'm just so tired. If I told you I wasn't completely broken by the neighbors upstairs, I’d be lying. I’ve finally realized it’s practically impossible to live in the same building as people who simply don't care. When your neighbor is this careless, you're forced to participate in their suffering—and it’s soul-crushing.
I remember living in a different flat downtown, and the neighbor there would neglect their dogs completely. The poor animals would poop inside for days, and the stench was unbelievable. The only safe space was inside my apartment, door shut, with a rug jammed against the bottom to block that sickening smell from crawling in. That was the only way I could keep the stink out.
As we wrap up the week, let's take a moment to count our blessings. It could be a cup of coffee, a kind word, or a beautiful sunset.
Tell us: Share one thing you're feeling grateful for today.
I'll go first: I'm grateful for all of you!
Looking for some weekend inspiration? Let's help each other out! Whether it's something to read, watch, or listen to, I want to hear your recommendations.
Tell us: What's a book, movie, or song you'd recommend for the weekend?
Share your answer in the comments below! I'm ready to update my playlist.
Happy Friday! The weekend is officially here, and before we dive in, I want to play a quick game.
It's easy to focus on the challenges of the week, so let's take a moment to celebrate the wins, big or small.
Tell us: What was the best thing about your week? Share your answer in the comments below! I'm so excited to hear your good news.
My day out in Glasgow was so beautiful, and I had such a lovely time. I did have some errands to run, but I also wanted to enjoy the day. My partner was heading towards the city centre, so I joined him. After he parked in a car park, we strolled together, and I saw a wedding dress that caught my eyes before parting ways to do what we needed to do.
As I walked, I took photos of things that caught my eye along the street. The city was full of people, and I realized it was probably because one of Scotland’s big football matches was happening today. The atmosphere was lively.
One of the highlights for me was finally purchasing the paints I’ve been wanting for a while. I’ve also been longing to step back into my creative side, and this felt like a good beginning. By nature, I’m a creative person, but I haven’t really shared that part of myself here on the blog. I feel ready now to start doing so.
The day was sunny and bright, which made everything feel even better. I loved watching the buses go by, especially the open-top tourist bus. Seeing the curiosity on the faces of visitors reminded me of when I first arrived in Scotland, eager to explore every corner.
I ran a few errands along the way. I stopped at Argos to look for paint but didn’t find much variety, so I went to a specialist shop instead. The staff there were so helpful when I explained the project I had in mind, they guided me towards the right products. Just after I entered a British Heart Foundation shop, I picked up a simple straw bag at a bargain price, as well as a small torchlight to add to our adventure kit. Later, I went to another shop and found two ceramic plates I plan to use as palettes for painting. I also entered Tk Maxx and took a selfie in the mirror before entering a drugstore to buy an earring.
Today, July 30th, is International Friendship Day, and it's got me thinking. I wanted to share a story about a particular friendship that started during my first year in University. I arrived somewhat reserved but totally open to making new friends. I naturally gravitated towards individuals from my own ethnic background, which led to my initial friendship with someone who appeared calm and genuinely relatable. She even had a familiar-sounding name, which just drew me closer. We attended classes together with other new students, and I genuinely considered her a friend, believing that she felt the same about me.
She even introduced me to one of my closest and longest-standing friends today. She made that important introduction. But here's where the story takes a turn: that person she introduced me to eventually became my housemate. I was living alone initially, but the landlord increased the rent, and I was searching for a new place. She mentioned that this other friend of hers was also looking for a place, and that's how I ended up living with my now closest friend.
Because we were all friends, the person who introduced us would often come over, sleep at our place, and stay with us, all the usual girl-girl things. We'd eat together and cook together, and we were truly happy with her being around. We never felt any competition with her, and I don't think she felt any with us either. At that time, I really believed it was a healthy, happy relationship.
After we finished medical school, my now closest friend gently pointed something out to me; this was about 6 years later. She said, "Do you know our friendship with this person is a bit one-sided?" I was so surprised! Then, she started listing things I had never once considered problematic. For me, it was just "how life was" or "how she was."
For instance, my closest friend and I would handle the groceries, pay for the light bills, and cover the rent. This person didn't contribute financially, and we were completely fine with that because we understood her limited cash flow from home. But my friend pointed out that whenever this person did have money, she'd go celebrate with other people, sometimes even girls who didn't truly consider her a friend. At one point, one of the girls discovered she was having something with her boyfriend, and all of her friends turned against her; they literally ganged up against her and almost devoured her. She ran back to us and we advised her again that such a lifestyle is not the best way to live. She had single guys asking her out, but somehow she preferred those with girlfriends; I can never understand why.
There were so many other examples that I never saw as wrong. She would take cash from us for things like University workbook, needing cash in general for little things and sometimes never paid it back. I didn't really see it as an issue. I just assumed she didn't have enough at that point or had other debts or things to do. My closest friend, however, wasn't okay with how she handled things toward us being her friends and only mentioned the situation to me after we finished university. This person would buy gifts for girls she wanted to befriend but did not get us things and I never really had an issue with it despite her taking from us and I was totally ok with it and never saw it as a problem.
One summer, she was involved with another girl's boyfriend while that girlfriend was away on a summer holiday in her home country. She even got him a fancy mug and showed it to me; she could not wait to gift him the mug, and she was hopeful it might turn into a relationship, from what I perceived. I might be wrong. I told her the mug was lovely, and I really loved that it was so artistic and cute. She has excellent eyes for things, but I also warned her that a summer fling like that, hurting someone else, would only lead to heartbreak for her and issues between her and the guy's girlfriend when she returned. She didn't listen, and when the girlfriend came back, the guy stopped talking to her, and she came crying to us. She made many questionable decisions, and we were always there for her, warning her when she was wrong.
There was even a time we had a private conversation among us girls about something, and she went and told the guy she was seeing (the one whose girlfriend and her friends ganged up and confronted her). I found out about this because she used my laptop to log into Facebook. She sometimes used my laptop, and we generally didn't care about whether Facebook was logged in on it while someone else was using it. We were free, just being friends but she shared our conversation with him. She left her Facebook open, and my closest friend happened to be using my laptop when she saw a message pop up and realized this person had shared our private conversation with him. Even then, I didn't confront her. I just forgot about it and moved on. I felt she was my friend; she made a mistake and that was okay.
But knowing what I know today, I can't say she gave a damn about us. And that's fine. When my friend told me how she felt about our friendship with this person, we just ended up laughing about it; we made jokes out of it, and that's where we left it.
You might be wondering why I'm sharing all this today. It's because it's International Friendship Day. This story is a powerful reminder to cherish the truly good friends in your life. My closest friend taught me so much about boundaries and genuine connection and friendship. I used to be quite naive, always giving, always forgiving (which is good), and never questioning if I was being taken advantage of. My friend always wondered why I never had an issue with the way that friendship dynamic was, why I didn't see us being used, especially when this person would spend money on makeup for herself or gifts for others but did not really contribute to our shared living expenses. She asked me, "Why didn't you see it? Why does she only come to us when things go wrong and then celebrate her wins with others?" I truly told her I felt it was okay because I know she didn't have much. My friend then replied to me and said, What about when she did have, and she'd go celebrate with others?" or why was she not proud of us being her friend? I answered my friend by saying, "Maybe we are not as cool as people she wanted to hang out with," and we both burst into laughter. We laughed at ourselves and gave that girl 2 and ourselves 0, like in a football match, hahahaha.
Photo by Chris F
Confused About Screensavers vs. Wallpapers? You're Not Alone! Here's the Simple Difference!
Okay, confession time. Have you ever used "screensaver" and "wallpaper" as if they were the same thing? Because, hand on heart, I totally did for ages. I mean, they both live on your computer screen, right? It wasn't until "inshot it hit me last week" (you know those sudden lightbulb moments?!) that I decided to actually check. And if you're in the same boat as me, sailing on the sea of tech confusion, well, this post is for us!
It turns out, there's a pretty clear difference between a screensaver and a wallpaper, and it all comes down to their function and when they appear. Mind = blown. Let's break it down.
First Up: Your Trusty Wallpaper
Think of your wallpaper as your digital living room decor.
- What it is: A wallpaper (or as some folks call it, a desktop background) is that static image or design you see chilling on your desktop. It's just... there.
- Its Job: Purely decorative. It sets the vibe for your workspace, sitting quietly behind all your apps, files, and windows. It's like the paint on your walls – always present.
- When you see it: All the time. As long as your computer screen is awake and your desktop is visible, your wallpaper is doing its thing, looking pretty.
- Your Choice: You get to pick it. From a dreamy landscape photo, a quirky pattern, a painting, or even a picture of your pet looking adorable – it's all about personalizing your space.
What's Inside My RSPB Welcome Pack?
Here is a list of things that you get when you sign up for RSPB membership here in Scotland:
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Book Cover: This is a green book cover that holds other items. It's titled "Welcome to your RSPB Membership" with the RSPB logo on it and features a cute, innocent-looking bird standing on a stick.
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Get Started and Make the Most of Your Membership: This section has a thank you note at the beginning and talks about RSPB, their goals, and membership benefits. It highlights that you are a voice for nature and that you will receive the RSPB Membership magazine packed with news about birds and nature, along with ideas on what you can do to benefit wildlife in your homes and gardens.
You gain access to 170 reserves and enjoy free parking and nature. I, for one, have benefited from this, and I must say they are doing a good job with preserving nature and making it worthwhile each time we visit. Another benefit is receiving member discounts on some events at their nature reserves. You can see more events on rspb.org.uk/events for more information. There is also contact information listed in the magazines.
Diving into the RSPB Magazine
When you open it, you see the RSPB magazine, whose tagline is "Taking action for nature together." Depending on the year and season, we received the Spring/Summer 2025 issue. Its lead article, "Where Eagles Dare," highlights how the white-tailed eagle has made an incredible comeback.
The magazine also focuses on wetlands, with articles like "Stop the Killing: The Fight Against Crime Continues," and "Mist and Mysteries: Discover the Unique and Ancient Rathlin Island." Ben Andrew, an award-winning photographer, also shared his favorite species and places. He noted that the Jay is his favorite UK bird; he also likes the Turtle Dove, Dipper, and Mountain Hare, all explained further in the magazine.
The Welsh celebrate St. David's Day on March 1st as a special occasion to honor their patron saint, St. David. No matter if you’re Welsh or not, this day is a wonderful chance to explore Welsh culture, soak up the fresh air, and take part in some really meaningful traditions. From exciting outdoor activities to cozy indoor events, St. David’s Day can be an occasion for everyone to enjoy. Check out these fun and engaging ways to celebrate St. David’s Day, no matter where you find yourself!
1. Explore Welsh Culture with Traditional Music
A wonderful way to celebrate St. David’s Day is by diving into some traditional Welsh music. If you’re at home, you can create a playlist of Welsh hymns and folk songs to set the mood. Alternatively, you can attend a local concert or performance celebrating Welsh music. You’ll experience the beautiful sounds of the harp, guitar, and other traditional instruments while learning about Welsh history and traditions.
2. St. David’s Day Parade
If you get a chance to participate in a St. David’s Day parade, it's a fantastic way to embrace the celebration. These parades, especially in cities like Cardiff, feature colorful costumes, lively music, and dancing. Welsh people take pride in wearing their national symbols, such as the daffodil and leek, which are recognized as official emblems of Wales. Don’t forget to wear your own daffodil or leek and join the vibrant crowd!
3. Welsh-Themed Feast
Nothing brings people together like food, and St. David’s Day is the perfect excuse to indulge in some traditional Welsh cuisine. You can tale along your own Welsh dishes like cawl (a hearty vegetable soup), Welsh rarebit (a cheese-based dish served on toast), or laverbread (a type of seaweed served with breakfast). Pair your meal with a Welsh beer or cider for the full experience. If you don't like cooking, you can purchase from a restaurant or get a cookbook that can serve as a guide to making the dishes. Many restaurants and pubs across Wales have these traditional Welsh dishes on their menu on St. David’s Day.
4. Outdoor Hiking or Walking
For those who want to enjoy the great outdoors, St. David’s Day offers the perfect excuse to go hiking or walking in nature. Wales is known for its stunning natural landscapes, including mountains, forests, and coasts, so take a scenic walk to enjoy the beauty of the Welsh countryside. Whether it’s a casual stroll or a more challenging hike, being in nature is a wonderful way to celebrate St. David's Day and appreciate the natural beauty that Wales has to offer.
5. Attend a Welsh Language Class or Workshop
Do you know that St. David’s Day is a great time to connect with Welsh heritage? I mean, what better way to do so than by learning the Welsh language? Many community centers, universities, and online platforms offer Welsh language classes and workshops. Even learning a few phrases, such as “Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus” (Happy St. David’s Day), will give you a deeper appreciation for the language and culture.
6. Make Welsh Crafts or Decor
If you enjoy getting crafty, why not make your own Welsh-inspired decorations or crafts? You can try creating paper daffodils, weaving leeks out of green paper, or crafting Welsh flags. These simple activities can bring the whole family together and help you create lasting memories. If you're feeling adventurous, try your hand at making traditional Welsh love spoons, which are carved wooden spoons that symbolize love and friendship in Welsh culture.
Valentine's Day is around the corner, and before everywhere turns red, the price of flowers skyrockets, restaurants run out of bookings, and taxi prices get even higher, we'll be bombarded with gift ideas for him and her. Then, there are those who are feeling down because they don’t have a partner and others preparing for first dates. But before we get caught up in all of this, let’s take a moment to discuss something else—a feeling, or perhaps a moment in life, that I'm not sure many can relate to. This might resonate more with those who have come of age, the older generation, or those who have experienced life in different ways.
Maybe they just needed a little patience. Maybe they needed a little confidence, or maybe they just needed time. You saw them and knew, but the point in your life where you were at didn't allow you a chance with them. And so, you buried them—yet, they keep rising to the surface of your heart.
It's not hard; it just is. You're not sad, but you don’t quite know how to feel about it. You don't regret where you are in life now, but you know it could have taken a different turn that would have also been good or maybe. Words can’t quite explain how. The memories are sweet, though you never had them. Things didn’t fall apart; no moves were made. Maybe it was fear—your fear, their fear—or maybe it was just time that didn’t allow things to happen. Perhaps you lost contact after that first meeting, or after however many times you crossed paths.
But you know, in your heart, there was something real or felt like real or without a definition but kept lingering. A love so deep, even the earth would have been jealous of it. Some of you still see them; some of you haven’t in years. And for some, they've passed away. And then comes the silence—the silence that has never been broken, because you’ve never spoken of it to anyone. But your heart carries it, tucked gently in a quiet corner. You can’t suppress it. You simply learn to ignore it, because that’s just how it is now.
If you've ever worn a wig, you know they're not the most comfortable. Afro-style wigs might be a bit better, but generally, they’re not the most comfortable. Wearing a wig in the summer? It’s even worse. The sweat on your scalp builds up because your hair is trapped underneath, and adding another layer on top makes it unbearable. This is not just my personal experience. I mostly wear wigs for pictures to switch up my look, but not for long periods or as part of my everyday style. I’d never trade my freedom and comfort just to look a certain way.
Now, I’m not here to condemn those who can wear wigs for hours. If you can endure it, good for you, but for me, it’s uncomfortable. Over time, they cause itching—especially the ones glued on for too long—and they can even make your hair smell. Wearing wigs for extended periods doesn’t keep you comfortable and can even make you look tacky. That’s why I’m writing this article. I love switching up my look, but I’ve noticed that many women have become obsessed with wigs to the point where they’ll spend loads of money on them without ever investing in themselves. Shows like Young, Famous & African on Netflix or other reality shows featuring Black women rarely show anyone wearing their natural hair or sporting a culturally significant hairstyle. And that’s not to say wigs are bad, but it’s concerning how many Black women are promoting looks that don’t represent who we truly are. We need to teach younger generations that they don’t have to wear wigs to fit in.
I’ve had someone ask me why I didn’t “dress up” for an event simply because I wasn’t wearing a wig. Meanwhile, I looked just as beautiful in a lovely, decent dress—probably even better than her. But for some reason, not wearing a wig made me less “dressed up” in her eyes. I think the wig industry has taken away a lot of Black women’s confidence. Many women are willing to go to extreme lengths to wear a piece of someone else’s hair, and that’s what bothers me. I can meet ten beautiful Black women, and all of them will be wearing frontal wigs, with the lace visible and sometimes even the glue showing. No matter how skilled the installer is, I can still tell it’s not your hair, and honestly, it doesn’t look nice. Some are really pretty until you come closer, and then the lace is visible, or the glue starts to show, making it look less natural.
Yeah, it brings back all the memories as it marks two years since my sister left us to rest. It has been a mix of emotions. Some days are lighter than others, and some days are heavier. I know everyone hurts sometimes, but this one seems like it’s lingering—it’s not going away. She was what love stands for; she was my second mother. She was always so happy with me, but now she’s nowhere. I love her, I know, but why she stopped fighting, I didn’t know. Still, I am sure her reasons are good enough for me to accept, but her absence is not okay. No, I am not okay, as the 10th of January marked two years since she left us. I have been short of words, but tonight I got my words together.
Some days I cry, some days I smile, but how do I let go of her absence and the memories? I don’t even know how to feel sometimes—it’s all a mix of everything. If only she could speak and say, “Oh, I’m fine,” maybe I’d feel better about her absence. I miss her. We don’t talk anymore like we used to. When I call her name, I get no reply. Her voice is nowhere to be found. I don’t know how to fix this; I don’t know what to do. The tears just don’t stop.
Can someone knock on heaven's doors and tell them, Please, I miss her.
Heaven, please, I have a question. All I need is an explanation. I just want to know if she’s missing me. I can’t reconcile that she’s gone in my head. When I lost energy, she was like fuel—she gave herself completely. I know I’m not asking for much, Lord—just a whisper. If her voice is gone, then a touch. But if not, then tell her that I asked for her, that I love her, and that I’m always thinking about her.
Heaven, please, I feel so all alone. She wanted life more than ever before. Heaven, please, please. Heaven, please, if I could only just have one minute to tell her how I feel. Heaven, please, I just need a moment from this lifetime to have her by my side. Heaven, please.
I was walking on the street, and it was like I saw her. But when I looked closely, it was another person. How do I shake this off? I can’t. I feel empty. How do I tell her story when she is no more? When we don’t talk anymore? She is gone forever. I will forever miss her.
I couldn’t sleep last night because I slept in the afternoon, and let’s be real—whenever I nap during the day, I struggle to sleep at night. So, here I am, writing this post at 4:01 AM. I tried distracting myself by watching a show, but here’s the thing: if I feel sleepy, I’ll usually just knock out. But this time, I wasn’t sleepy at all, and I started worrying because I had work in the morning.
I thought maybe snacking on some cashew nuts would help, so I headed to the kitchen. But as I walked, I caught myself worrying about not being able to sleep again, even though I knew exactly why I couldn’t sleep. Then it hit me—why am I worrying? Worrying wasn’t going to fix anything; it was just making me more stressed.
So, I decided to let it go. I drank some water, opened a window for some fresh air, lay back on my bed, and wrote this post. I told myself, “You know what? I can’t sleep because I already napped in the afternoon. No big deal. Let me just enjoy this show.” And guess what? Once I stopped stressing about it, I started feeling sleepy.
Here’s what I realized: sometimes, things don’t go the way we plan—whether it’s little things or big things. And when we’re so used to things going a certain way, it’s easy to worry when they don’t. But what does worrying really do? It doesn’t solve the problem; it just adds to the stress.
If you’re going through something right now, ask yourself: why let worry take over your whole mood or day? Instead, do something that makes you happy. Take a walk, grab your favorite treat, pray, or go see something interesting. Distract yourself with something positive. There’s a saying in Nigeria: “Wahala no dey finish, make you try dey enjoy life.” It means troubles and worries never end, so we need to make an effort to enjoy life in the meantime.
It is appalling, infuriating, and beyond disgusting to hear about acts of cruelty like those committed at the Henrico Doctors’ Hospital NICU. How can anyone look at a newborn—fragile, innocent, and utterly dependent—and cause deliberate harm? And for what reason? The thought is chilling. These are infants we’re talking about—babies. The very notion that someone in a position of trust, like a nurse, could be so depraved is both heartbreaking and infuriating.
For those who do not know, the NICU, or Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, is a specialized area in a hospital dedicated to caring for newborn babies who require extra medical attention.
Erin Elizabeth Ann Strotman, a nurse from the United States arrested for allegedly causing fractures and injuries to NICU babies, has shaken me to my core. The fact that this is even a possibility shows the depth of the systemic rot within certain parts of the healthcare system. And yes, I’m going to say it—there’s a racial element here that we cannot ignore. When I hear stories like this, I cannot help but wonder about the role that racism plays. Racism isn’t just hateful words or discriminatory policies; it’s baked into the very fabric of systems that allow individuals to harm the most vulnerable without facing immediate accountability.
There’s a long history here. My grandmother always said that racism hasn’t decreased—it’s just that laws make it harder to act on openly. But give a white person the opportunity, and their true colors will show. Stories like this are a haunting reminder of that truth. If a white nurse can allegedly harm Black newborns, targeting them deliberately, what does that say about the depths of her cruelty? About the system that enabled her? About the unchecked biases that fester behind the smiles of people claiming, "I have Black friends"?
Let me be clear: having friends of another race doesn’t absolve anyone of prejudice. True decency is not about performing kindness; it’s about seeing every person as fully human, equal in worth and dignity. And when stories like this surface, it becomes clear that many people still fail this basic test of humanity.
It’s also important to note that this isn’t an isolated incident—it’s part of a larger pattern. The health system, like the police force, is supposed to protect and serve. Yet, we see time and time again how some individuals within these systems weaponize their positions against Black people. Babies in a NICU! Could there be a more vulnerable group? And what does it say about a society where such an atrocity can occur, not once, but repeatedly?
Finally, we have reached the end of 2024. Wow, I feel like the year flew by, almost as if it’s being chased by 2025, eager to make its entrance. I’m really excited about the new year, and I know I’ve said it several times, but I’m truly thankful for life! I wish you all a Happy New Year and can't wait to read all your blog posts in the year ahead, living according to God's plan.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! WELCOME TO 2025!
Photo by Efrem Efre
In my previous post, I mentioned it would be my last, but when I came across this news today, I felt compelled to share my thoughts.
For every country I have lived in, visiting restaurants has been one of the fun things I enjoyed doing. Never have I been obligated to give tips. Even in Ukraine, where I really enjoyed the services when I went out, I was never obligated or talked down to by a delivery person or server to give tips. I did it at will. The same applies to Hungary and here in the UK. However, I know experiences can differ from person to person.
When my friend traveled to America, she told me that waiters and servers gave her bad looks and even asked her to tip them. She was about to leave a restaurant, and a waiter asked her outright, “Where is my tip?” I was shocked when she said this happened several times in different places. I kept wondering: how are waiters allowed to harass customers like this and get away with it?
I’m not sure about the laws in America regarding tipping, but the broad understanding is that tips are given as a way for customers to appreciate good service, purely by choice. There is no obligation.
Today, while browsing through Instagram, I came across news about a case I’d heard about before, but now I got the full details. Seeing the face of the lady who stabbed another human being over a $2 tip was shocking. According to the story in the media, she made a delivery to someone staying in a motel and was tipped $2. She left but returned later with a man, forced their way into the person’s room, and stabbed the person several times.
The stabbed woman found out she was pregnant while receiving treatment in the hospital, according to NBC news. The 22-year-old woman who carried out the stabbing is facing charges of attempted murder.
This tragic incident highlights a deeper issue within society, particularly among the youth. The sense of entitlement and lack of accountability have led to behaviors that are both alarming and destructive. How do you justify harming someone over a personal choice like tipping?
People who take delivery or service jobs made that choice—no one forced them. Even if someone felt compelled by circumstances, they still chose to work because only those of working age are allowed to do such jobs. Whether it’s a well-paying job or not, everyone is navigating this tough economy. We’re all struggling, so there’s no excuse for entitlement.
While I was watching a reality TV show about a family who lives and raises their children in the bush, I was struck by the profound implications of their story. This family had built their life in the bush, far from the conveniences and demands of modern society. However, the government burned down their home located on public land, forcing them to relocate. Determined to continue their way of life, they purchased land deep in the forest in Alaska—a remote and inexpensive location—and began rebuilding. But the challenges didn’t end there: they had to endure long drives and build a new cabin just to maintain their lifestyle.
Why am I writing about this? Because their experience reflects a broader issue: the way governments and modern societies treat people who choose to live differently. Across the world, there are indigenous tribes and isolated communities who have been “discovered” by tourists, explorers, scientists, or even random adventurers. Once these groups are identified, governments often step in, claiming they need to introduce modernization, enforce regulations, or teach these people a “better” way of life. This paternalistic approach strips individuals and communities of their autonomy and disregards their unique cultures, traditions, and choices.
In my opinion, if we want to live in a world where human rights truly prevail, then people must be allowed to live the way they choose—whether or not we agree with their way of life. As long as they are not harming others, their choices should be respected. I’ve seen reality shows and documentaries from countries like the United States, Canada, and others, where indigenous tribes and remote communities are filmed without consent, their lives laid bare for public consumption. These invasions of privacy are not just disrespectful; they’re exploitative. Forcing these communities into the global spotlight, altering their way of life, or making them adapt to systems they never asked for is a gross violation of their freedom.
Some families and individuals deliberately reject the conventional trappings of modern society. They do not want to pay electricity bills, take on car or house loans, or be beholden to government systems. They don’t want to live a life of perpetual debt or adhere to societal expectations like attending formal schools or holding steady jobs. Instead, they prioritize simplicity, self-reliance, and connection with nature. Not everyone wants to use cell phones or drink contaminated tap water; some people crave fresh water, prefer planting their own food, and living sustainably. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Forcing them to conform to a system—a system often plagued by corruption, inequality, and coercion—is deeply unjust.