For a long time, my life looked like the perfect gift—
Beautifully boxed, neatly tied.
I was married, raising kids, progressing in my career, building a home, sharing tips on routines, fitness, food, and focus. I was to many, the blueprint. The girl who figured it out.
People reached out to me constantly with question:
How do you stay productive?
What’s your morning routine?
How do you manage your time, your body, your children, your life?
And I had answers—well-packaged ones. Because for a while, I was living in a rhythm that made sense to me.
Until it didn’t.
Five years ago, everything changed.
I got married, became a mother, and lived through a pandemic—all within the same year. In the years that followed, I had three children, changed careers, tried to launch businesses, and moved countries—from Nigeria to Canada.
It was the most beautiful chaos.
And the most disorienting season of my life.
At the time, it felt like I was unraveling.
Like everything I had once held with confidence had suddenly slipped through my fingers.
Who I was, what I wanted, what I believed about balance, purpose, faith, womanhood—
All of it was up for questioning.
And no, it didn’t happen all at once.
It happened slowly—through the marital vows, pregnancy aches, postpartum fog, the career pivots, the therapy sessions, the long walks in silence, the journals scribbled in the middle of the night.
It happened as I redefined what success meant.
As I stopped chasing balance and started seeking rhythm.
As I realized that showing up as I am is not failure—it’s freedom.
Those questions led me here, to what I know now:
That wasn’t my breakdown.
That was my becoming.
That was my home call.
What I thought was falling apart was actually a stripping away of everything I wasn’t.
It was life gently (and sometimes not so gently) tugging at the threads of performance and perfection until what remained was the truth.
Not the curated self. Not the checklist version.
But the real me.
And that’s where Pink Bandanna began—not as a business, not as a brand, but as a whisper.
A longing to return. To live slower. Truer.
To create a space where people like me—who’ve been the strong one, the one everyone turns to—can finally turn inward.
I’m not here with answers.
I’m here with honesty.
I still believe in routines, in rhythms, in well-worn lists and check-ins.
But not because they make us perfect—because they help us hold what matters.
A checklist, when rooted in intention, isn’t pressure. It’s permission.
To show up. To rest. To remember who you are and what you value.
That’s what I want Pink Bandanna to be.
A mirror.
A soft place to land.
A quiet but persistent reminder that becoming your highest self doesn’t always look like crushing goals or “having it all together.” Sometimes, it looks like showing up—messy, tender, real.
So if you’re in a season where you feel lost, cracked open, tired of pretending…
If you’re questioning the roles you once wore like armor…
If you’re craving a slower, more honest way to live—
This is your invitation.
Not to fix, but to feel.
Not to prove, but to pause.
Not to hustle, but to heal.
Welcome to Pink Bandanna.
Let’s journey home—together.