The Unspoken Diary of a Namibian Girl

Part 3

Dear Diary,

Another day of lectures has come to an end, today was no different, as the subjects we covered were particularly fascinating.

However, today wasn't just about the lectures, my friend Sara seemed off. Her usual lively and energetic self was nowhere to be found, replaced by a sense of sadness that hung around her like a cloud. It was evident in the way she carried herself, the lack of enthusiasm in her voice, and the distant look in her eyes.

As her friend, I've learned over time that Sara has days like this when she needs her space, moments when she's battling her own thoughts and emotions. It's a part of who she is, and it's something I've come to accept and respect in our friendship.

Sara is the kind of person who values her personal space, especially on days when she's feeling down. Instead of pushing her to talk or trying to cheer her up forcefully, I've learned to give her the room she needs. It's not always easy, especially when my natural instinct is to reach out and offer support immediately, but I understand that sometimes, all she needs is time to process her feelings.

Throughout our friendship, I've witnessed Sara go through ups and downs, just as I have. And what I've come to realize is that all friendships, like any other relationships, require understanding and patience. It's about accepting each other's flaws, moods, and moments of vulnerability.

In a world where people often put on masks and pretend that everything is perfect, it's vital to have friends who can accept us as we are, even when we're not at our best. True friendship isn't about expecting someone to be a certain way all the time; it's about being there for them, no matter what.

I've also learned that part of loving someone as a friend means making peace with who they are, even if it doesn't always please me or align with my expectations. Love is about accepting the whole package—the good, the bad, and the moments of uncertainty. I know that in time, she'll come around and talk about it, just like she usually does.

On a brighter note, my mother called me during the lunch break. Her warm voice instantly brought comfort, and I was reminded of the unwavering support I have in my family. She gently reminded me about my sibling's upcoming parents' meeting scheduled for this Saturday.

While the reminder did add a bit of extra responsibility to my weekend plans, I couldn't help but look forward to participating in my sibling's educational journey. The meetings not only provide insights into their academic progress but also create an opportunity to connect with other parents and educators.

The dual role of a student and a sibling often keeps me on my toes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Until tomorrow,

Iyaloo