“Pooh sat quietly on the wooden step with a little jar of honey beside him.

[Abraham Madu]

“Pooh sat quietly on the wooden step with a little jar of honey beside him, the morning sun spilling softly across the Hundred Acre Wood. It wasn’t a day for adventures, or even for questions—it was the sort of day that reminded you how good it feels just to sit still and be.

‘Funny,’ thought Pooh, ‘how having just a few things makes you feel like you have quite enough. A small circle of friends, a warm place to sit, a pot of honey… and suddenly life doesn’t seem so very complicated after all.’

The breeze rustled the trees, carrying with it the sound of bees busy with their work and the faint laughter of his friends far off in the meadow. Pooh leaned back, paws resting on his tummy, and let his heart feel full—not from grand adventures or great treasures, but from the simple comfort of knowing he had all he truly needed.

Perhaps, Pooh thought, that was the secret: not in gathering more, but in keeping close the things that mattered. A happy heart, a clear mind, and the peace that comes when you stop looking for more and start cherishing what you already hold.

And so he smiled, in that quiet way Pooh always did when he understood something important without quite realizing it. Life, he decided, was best when it was simple. And honey tasted sweetest when shared with those who made the world feel like home.”

Ntị ọdị kwa?

Ya kpọtụba!

Ya gazie.

Ụmụ nne Abrahamụọgụ Aṅụsịobi Madụ.