A Spoilt Earpiece and a Shifted Mood
A Spoilt Earpiece and a Shifted Mood
This morning didn’t exactly start with sunshine. Not in the weather, and definitely not in my mood.
It was one of those mornings where the rain came like a guest who didn’t knock- loud, heavy, and unbothered. I woke up to that familiar Lagos rainstorm soundtrack: tires splashing through puddles, thunder grumbling like an old generator, and the unmistakable chill that wraps around your skin like a wet scarf.
Normally, I would’ve drowned all of that out with my earpiece. It’s my shield my tiny escape. Whether it's soft worship music, one of those calming morning affirmations, or just the steady hum of white noise, that piece of wire with its worn-out sponge has been my morning companion. But today, when I plugged it in and tapped play, there was… nothing.
At first, I thought maybe it was the phone. Then I wiggled the cord. Still silence.
I tapped the sides, blew into the jack like I was playing Nintendo back in the day.
But no. It was gone. Just like that. Spoilt.
Something in me just slumped.
It felt silly at first like, “Temini, it’s just an earpiece.” But in that moment, it didn’t feel small at all. It felt like someone had taken away my grip on the day. The rain was already loud. My thoughts were already heavy. I had things to do, things I needed to drown out or at least soften. And now this tiny thing a spoilt earpiece had stolen that one buffer I usually depend on.
And to top it all off? I couldn’t even go out to get a new one. The rain wasn’t playing. I couldn’t beat it. So I sat there. Half dressed. Half irritated. Half trying to decide if this was enough reason to just crawl back into bed.
But something stopped me. Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was God. Maybe it was the quiet that I didn’t know I needed.
Because in that silence, I started to feel things I usually drown out. The anxious flutter in my chest. The tiredness I’d been pushing aside. The mental to-do list that had no end. The weight of trying to show up every day, smile intact, tasks complete, spirit lifted even when I don’t feel like it.
And maybe that’s the part that got me the most.
How easy it is for something so small to tip us over the edge. Not because we’re weak, but because we’re already carrying so much.
That earpiece wasn’t just about sound—it was about escape. It was about having control over how much of life I allow in at a time. But today, I couldn’t escape. I had to sit in the discomfort, in the rain sounds, in the silence.
And as I did, something unexpected happened. I breathed deeper. I cried a little. I prayed without needing music to set the mood. I remembered that I’m still here. Still growing. Still human. Still allowed to feel disappointed over “small” things because sometimes, they’re not that small.
So no, I haven’t replaced the earpiece yet. I’ll probably do that later when the clouds ease and the streets become walkable again. But for now, I’m sitting with the silence. Not fighting it. Letting it speak. Letting it teach.
Because maybe it’s not always about drowning things out.
Maybe sometimes, it’s about letting the rain fall and choosing not to run.
Have you ever had one of those days where something small completely shifted your mood? Maybe it wasn’t a spoilt earpiece but a missed ride, a broken zipper, or a delayed plan that made everything else feel heavier?
How do you respond when life interrupts your rhythm? I’d really love to hear your thoughts share them with me in the comments.
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