There are moments when life feels like a constant performance. The rehearsals, the interviews, the social media updates, the pressure to stay visible—it all becomes a cycle that can swallow you whole if you’re not careful. I love music deeply. It’s my calling, my gift, and the way I connect with the world. But sometimes, I forget that behind the voice, behind the image, there is me—the woman who existed long before the stage lights.
Taking a few days off is not about laziness or losing momentum. It’s about survival. It’s about remembering that I am more than the songs I sing and the persona people see. There is a core Nnunu who needs care, laughter, and peace. She needs quiet mornings, time to reflect, and space to just be. And most importantly, she needs to nurture the relationships that matter most—like the one with my husband, who chose me for who I am, not for the image the world sees.
He married Nnunu the woman, not Nnunu the performer. That truth grounds me every time I feel myself drifting too far into the public version of me. It reminds me that love is real, and it deserves attention. Fame can be fleeting, but the bonds we build in private are what sustain us.
This is the challenge for every artist: how do you give your all to your craft without losing yourself in the process? How do you balance the passion that drives you with the life that nourishes you? For me, the answer is simple but hard to practice—I have to pause. I have to step back and breathe. I have to remind myself that the world will wait, but my soul cannot.
So today, I choose to be present. To laugh without thinking about the next gig. To hold hands without checking my phone. To listen to my own heartbeat and the voice of the man who loves me. Because when I take care of Nnunu the woman, Nnunu the performer shines brighter than ever.
And to my fellow artists: please, don’t forget yourselves in the pursuit of your dreams. Take that break. Switch off the phone. Spend time with the people who love you for who you are, not what you do. Your art will not suffer—it will flourish when you are whole.