We may not have “fall” in Nigeria; no golden trees or crunchy leaves beneath our feet, but we know what it means when the seasons shift. We feel it in the air when harmattan begins to whisper its arrival, in the dusty roads, the cold mornings, and the calm that seems to wrap itself around the days.
It’s not just the weather changing; it’s a reminder that time is moving, that life is turning another page. Every year, the world teaches us something through its rhythm.
In countries where leaves turn red and gold, people see beauty in things that are fading. Trees shed their leaves yet stand tall, trusting that new life will come again. It’s a quiet kind of wisdom that speaks even to us here, in a land where the sun rarely dims and the earth stays green. Because change is universal. It doesn’t need a specific climate to speak its truth.
There are moments in life when we too must experience our own kind of fall, moments of letting go, of shedding, of learning that not everything is meant to stay. Maybe it’s an old habit we’ve outgrown, a friendship that no longer feels safe, or a dream that’s run its course. It hurts, yes. Letting go always does. But just like the trees that surrender their leaves, we must trust that we won’t remain bare forever. There’s always something new waiting on the other side of surrender.
Fall, in its quiet wisdom, reminds us that there’s dignity in endings. It’s not always about loss. Sometimes it’s about making space for something better. The harmattan might dry your lips and roughen your skin, but it also carries freshness, a kind of stillness that clears the air. And maybe that’s what life’s changing seasons are meant to do, strip us down just enough to help us see what truly matters.
We rush so much in this world that we rarely stop to notice transitions. But if you pay attention to the way the wind changes, to the softness of the evening light, and to how your own spirit feels different with time, you’ll realize that change isn’t here to destroy you. It’s here to prepare you.
So, maybe we don’t need to see leaves turning gold to understand the message of fall. We live our own version of it every time we choose peace over chaos, healing over pain, and growth over comfort. The seasons may not look the same, but the lesson is the same: it’s okay to let go. It’s okay to change. You will bloom again, just differently, and that’s the beauty of it.
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