The unsent Text
Ngozi and her boyfriend Tunde fought over something stupid. “You don’t care about me,” she typed. Backspace. “You never make time,” she typed. Backspace.
Her thumb hovered over “Send.” Pride said “Press it.” But something told her, “Wait till morning.” So she didn’t send. She saved it as draft.
That night, Tunde got into an accident. Small one, but he was in hospital till 3am. No phone. Ngozi didn’t know. She slept angry.
Morning came. She opened her draft to resend it. Then she saw Tunde’s status: hospital bed, caption “God saved me last night 🙏”. Her heart dropped.
She deleted the draft. Went to the hospital instead. Bought him food. Held his hand. Didn’t mention the fight.
Tunde later said, “Babe, I was scared last night. I kept thinking, what if I never tell you I love you?” Ngozi replied, “I almost sent you an angry text. But God stopped my finger.”
They laughed, then cried. That unsent text taught them something: not every feeling deserves to be sent. Some fights die if you give them one night to cool off.
From that day, they made a rule: “No serious text after 10pm. Sleep on it first.”
*Moral: Your finger has a pause button for a reason. Not every draft is meant to be sent.* 💬
