Hi, I'm Lawrencia

Welcome to "Whispers from Lawrencia"This is a space where I share my quiet thoughts and reflections on life, its ups and downs, its joys and struggles, and the emotions that fill the gaps in between.I hold a BSc in Mass Communication, and I’m also in the Nursing field... I used to be a presenter. But over time, I found myself truly growing tired of always having to talk. I've always been someone who quietly observes the world around me, noticing the little things that often go unnoticed.While I tend to keep my thoughts to myself, I've realized that sometimes, sharing them can help us feel less alone-like we're not the only ones feeling what we feel.This blog is where I let my whispers be heard, inviting you into my world of gentle musings, stories, and life's subtle lessons. I hope these thoughts resonate with you, and that you find comfort in knowing that we're all walking through this journey of life together.

published July 6th, 2025

'We Are Here'There’s a line in Alicia Keys’ song that has been echoing in my mind:"WE ARE HERE FOR ALL OF US".Some days, it feels like the world is unraveling. You turn on the news, and it’s another headline: war in Gaza, children starving in Sudan, families uprooted in Ukraine, protests in Kenya, cost of living crises everywhere you look.It’s easy to feel helpless. But the truth is, we’re not powerless. Our voices matter. Our empathy matters. Our willingness to pay attention... to care... is what keeps our humanity alive.These stories aren’t just headlines. They are mothers who can’t find food for their babies. Fathers digging through rubble for any sign of life. Young people marching in the streets because they still believe something can change. Teachers going on strike because their pay can’t keep up with inflation.In Nigeria, the strikes remind us that even education... a basic right... can be interrupted by injustice. In Sudan, hunger is not just a statistic; it’s a daily terror. In Gaza, entire generations are growing up never knowing what peace feels like.When we say we are here, it means we refuse to look away.We are here because we care what happens to strangers.
We are here because every child deserves food, shelter, and safety.
We are here because silence has never stopped a war, and indifference has never fed the hungry.Sometimes, all we can do is speak up. Sometimes, all we can give is our attention. But these small acts matter more than we think.So if you’re reading this, know you’re part of something bigger. You are part of a community that believes compassion is stronger than greed, that solidarity is more powerful than violence.Maybe you can donate, or volunteer, or share a story. Maybe you can simply remember that across the world, someone is counting on you to care.Because we are here.And we’re here for all of us.

The world has been hurting for too long. But as long as people still care... still sing, still march, still write... there is hope.

We Are Here - Alicia Keys

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Published June 30th, 2025

'Beginnings'There are moments when life feels like an endless hallway of closed doors. A person stands there, hand hovering over the knob, wondering if this time will be different... if the next door will lead to something lighter, something softer, something that finally makes sense.THE EXHAUSTION OF STARTING OVERNot enough is said about how exhausting it is to start over. Beginnings are never truly clean or bright. Often, they look like sitting in the rubble of what used to be, deciding which pieces are worth saving. Sometimes, they look like burning through every last shred of energy just to stand up again.Many people spend years trying to hold themselves together, trying to pretend that the cracks aren’t getting deeper. But no matter how tightly someone wraps their hands around a wound, some aches keep leaking out.A POEM FOR THE Fragile StartThere is this poem that captures this feeling... a collection of words that becomes a mirror for anyone who has ever wondered whether peace is possible. It often feels like seeing your own thoughts, your own fears, the quiet desperation that you don’t always have the courage to say out loud.It is shared here because perhaps you will see yourself in it, too.⸻"BeginningsHere we are starting fresh, but I don’t remember what it feels like to feel whole.How do you fix a hole in your chest? A band-aid? Cold compress?If a tree falls in the wood, would it make a sound if no one was around
to swing the axe to cut off my head and stop the train of thoughts
to derail the track and divert from the one track mind I have?Having to go through things that make you strong weakens you,
it’s a catch-22, so what do you do?The flame. The heat. Licking at my skin to a beat,
a rhythm, a release, the flame consumes me.
I eat the pain or it eats me, a cowardice carnivorous beast
with an insatiable appetite and I’m just a bite
and I’m gone as who I once was goes up in flames.I’m trying to change, to grow, to tie this all up in a neat tiny bow,
but I’ll never know right and wrong, weak and strong,
a binary that already has complexities and shades of gray
and I just want to be okay.I can’t keep burning through life this way.
Will it ever stop? There can’t be more shoes that drop.
I need hope that all will be well, that my heart will swell and fill the hole.
I need to accept what I can’t control, the secrets are told.
There’s nothing new to learn or unfold,
I need peace to gather the pieces of my soul
or I will burn until there is nothing left."⸻THE FIRE AND THE MESSAGEThese words hold the sting of truth. They reveal how life sometimes becomes a furnace, melting away all the illusions that once seemed necessary to survive. They show how pain can hollow a person out until emptiness feels inevitable.But perhaps there is something sacred about the burn. Perhaps it is not only destruction... perhaps it is the first step toward becoming someone new.Pain is so often treated as an enemy to be fought or escaped. Yet, sometimes, pain is simply a message: Something must change.Maybe the hole in a person’s chest isn’t proof of being broken. Maybe it’s an opening, clearing space for something gentler to arrive. A space where compassion can grow. A space where a heart can finally take up all the room it needs.It is difficult to believe that better days will come when standing in the fire. But every time someone dares to hope... every time they choose to believe that there is more waiting on the other side... they are proving that the spirit is stronger than anything trying to consume it.GATHERING COURAGE AGAINFor anyone reading this who feels tired of the fight, know this: you are not alone. So many have stood in the flames, feeling their old selves slip away, wondering if they would ever feel whole again.Even without all the answers, one thing is clear: people are allowed to begin as many times as needed.It is allowed to gather courage in trembling hands.
It is allowed to be unfinished, unsure, and afraid.
It is allowed to want more.If no one else has said it lately, let these words be a reminder: Peace is deserved. A life that doesn’t feel like an endless test is deserved. A morning will come when the flames have finally cooled into embers, leaving only warmth behind.So here’s to beginnings that look nothing like anyone planned.
Here’s to the courage it takes to keep showing up.
Here’s to all who are still here, still trying, still hoping.No one is burning away... everyone is becoming. And that is something beautiful.Thank you for sitting with my thoughts today. Until next time, stay gentle with yourself and with others.

Easy On Me - Adele

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Published May 19th, 2025

Redefining Class: 'The Woman I Am, and the Woman I’m Becoming'There’s something about the word "class" that people often misunderstand. They think it’s about appearances... what you wear, how you speak, the way you carry yourself. But to me, class isn’t all about the outside. It’s something much deeper. It’s who you are when no one’s watching. It’s the kind of grace you carry in uncomfortable situations. It’s the strength you show when you choose not to react... especially when you have every reason to.For me, class is quiet strength.
It’s kindness that doesn’t ask to be noticed.
It’s knowing who you are without needing to announce it.
It’s choosing grace when pride would be easier.
It’s speaking with intention, showing up with dignity, and treating others with softness, even when life is anything but soft.And the more I reflect, the more I realize: this is not just the woman I admire. This is the woman I am and still becoming.People often think you have to respond to everything... especially when you feel disrespected. That you have to speak up, clap back, prove a point. And to be honest, I once thought so too.The truth is, I’ve always been reserved. Even as a child, I didn’t like trouble. I remember being disrespected at times and choosing silence... not because I didn’t have the words, but because peace always meant more to me. But somewhere along the line, I met someone... a friend... who told me that staying quiet made me look weak. That if I didn’t speak up, people would keep taking advantage of me. And she made her point so strong that I started to believe her.That belief shifted something in me. I started reacting more, picking up every slight, every shade, every passive comment. I thought my silence meant I was being taken for granted. It became so easy to trigger me. I was constantly trying to prove that I wouldn’t be walked over. And slowly, I started losing the calmness that once defined me.One day, I sat with myself and realized: This isn’t me. I didn’t recognize who I had become.That moment was my turning point. I chose to return to the woman I’ve always been at my core... calm, peaceful, collected. The kind of woman who doesn’t need to respond to everything to feel powerful.Class, I’ve learned, is not in proving anything. It’s in knowing when to speak and when to let silence speak louder. It’s in choosing not to lose yourself just to win a moment. It’s emotional intelligence. It’s boundaries wrapped in grace. It’s realizing that not everyone deserves a response. That doesn’t mean you should always let people disrespect you, but you also don’t always have to reply. Honestly, not every battle is worth your breath. You don’t want to bring yourself down to that level. Some things are just beneath my energy.These days, if I don’t speak up, it’s not because I can’t. It’s because I know who I am. I only confront things when it’s necessary, when clarity is needed, or when someone I genuinely value is involved. But when it’s not worth it, I let it go. Not from weakness, but from wisdom. Because peace is far too expensive to give up for every petty argument or loud opinion. And the older I get, the more I realize... peace is power.Real class is choosing dignity over drama.
It’s responding with maturity, or sometimes not responding at all.
It’s walking away not because you lost, but because you chose to protect your peace.
It’s not in how you carry your bag, but in how you carry your emotions.
It’s not in the tone of your voice, but in the strength of your silence.I’ve grown into this woman... not overnight, but through moments that tried to shake me. And I’m still growing. Not to become someone else, but to stay rooted in who I’ve always been... at my core: calm, intentional, grounded.So here’s to the women who lead with grace.
Who carry fire and still choose to speak gently.
Who’ve been tested, but remain grounded.
Here’s to the kind of class you can’t buy... but you can become.Because real class doesn’t need applause.
It just needs presence.And I’m showing up... fully, gently, intentionally.Thank you for sitting with my thoughts today. Until next time, stay gentle with yourself and with others.

Brand New Me - Alicia Keys

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Published May 12th, 2025

‘When Everything Feels Slow’There are seasons in life when everything feels… still.
The days stretch long and quiet. The moments blur into one another. It’s not sadness, necessarily. It’s more like a soft kind of stillness, as if your life is paused or waiting for something unnamed.That feeling: the ache of wanting to move forward but not knowing where to go. The silent fear of falling behind while the rest of the world keeps spinning, chasing, and achieving.But there’s something I’ve come to learn. Slowness doesn’t mean nothing is happening.Sometimes, the most important growth happens in the quiet.A seed buried in soil isn’t doing nothing. It’s preparing.
Roots are digging deep, reaching for strength before anything shows above the surface. Maybe that’s what these slow seasons are really about: quiet preparations for something we can’t yet see.There was a time when everything in my life felt like a holding pattern. It felt as if I were circling the runway, waiting for life to give me permission to land.I remember lying in bed one night, asking quietly into the darkness, “Is anything even happening in my life?”
And I felt nothing but silence in return.But now, looking back, I see it.
That season taught me how to be present with myself.
How to listen. Really listen.
How to show up gently, even when nothing felt urgent.I see now that slowness was never a punishment. It was an invitation.
To rest. To reflect. To realign.So if you’re in a season like that right now, where things feel slow, or still, or small, I just want to remind you: it’s okay. You are not behind. You are not forgotten. Life is still moving, even when you can’t feel it. And your roots are growing deeper than you know.Let yourself rest in this season without guilt.
There is beauty here too.Thank you for sitting with my thoughts today.
Until next time, stay gentle with yourself and with others.

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Published May 5th, 2025

'The Moment I Learned the Power of Kindness'It was a rainy afternoon when I found myself in the middle of a crowded street, huddling under the overhang of a small shop. I wasn’t rushing anywhere, just walking, allowing myself to drift through the day in the quiet that only rain can bring. The world seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for something.As I stood there, lost in the steady rhythm of the rain, I noticed an older woman walking slowly down the street. Her umbrella was barely enough to shield her from the downpour, and her posture made it clear she was carrying more than just the weight of the rain. She seemed tired, as though the day had already taken so much from her.Without thinking, I stepped forward, offering her the shelter of the awning I was standing under. She looked at me with surprise, almost as though she hadn’t expected anyone to notice her, or maybe she had simply forgotten that someone might.For a moment, we just stood there, the rain pouring down, both of us in silence. It wasn’t a grand gesture, but something shifted in me at that moment. A small act of kindness, one that didn’t ask for anything in return, seemed to lighten not just her burden, but mine too.We didn’t exchange many words, just a quiet smile that spoke more than anything could have. I watched her slowly walk away, her steps a little lighter, the burden she carried just a little less heavy.I stood there for a while after she had gone, reflecting on the power of those quiet unnoticed moments, the ones where you don’t have to speak to make a connection, and sometimes, a small act can change the course of a day, or even a life. That simple moment of sharing shelter in the rain reminded me that kindness isn’t always about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s in the small, everyday things, the quiet moments where we see one another for who we truly are.I think often we get caught up in the rush of life, constantly moving from one thing to the next, trying to make big changes, big impacts. But sometimes, it’s the small things, the moments of stillness and connection, that leave the greatest mark on our hearts.And as I walked away, I realized something simple, yet powerful: We don’t always need to be heard or seen to make a difference. Sometimes, all we need to do is be present, in the quietest of ways, and let our hearts speak for us.Thank you for reading my heart today. Until next time, stay gentle-with yourself and with others.

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Published April 28th, 2025

'Holding strength in the Quiet'Life has its ups and downs, no doubt about it. There are moments that lift us so high we feel untouchable, and others that quietly bring us to our knees. I’ve learned to embrace both. Not just the joy of the peaks, but the lessons hidden in the valleys.In the noise of everyday life, silence has become my safe place. It’s where I breathe. Where I reflect. Where I listen to what my heart’s been trying to say underneath the chaos. I used to think silence meant weakness… now I know it’s where real strength lives.Sometimes, we don’t need to explain ourselves. We don’t need to react. We don’t need to have it all figured out. We just need a quiet moment to feel, to heal, and to grow.Through every up and down, I’m learning to hold space for myself-with grace, patience, and love. And in that silence, I’m finding my peace.

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