a group of pillows sitting on a blue wall.

From Grey to Sunshine: A Journey of Hope and Throw PillowsSuffocating shadows clung to my Lagos apartment, mirroring the depths of my despair. Days bled into each other, painted in monotonous grey by dust-caked windows and the weak Lagos sun. Laughter, once as bright as the midday Marina sun, had become a distant echo, replaced by the hollow thump of apathy. Depression, a shapeless fog, had me firmly in its grip.My sister, Eniola, a beacon of sunshine amidst my storm clouds, saw the struggle etched on my face. One sweltering afternoon, she arrived not with her usual chin-chin and laughter, but with a hesitant smile and a wrapped package."This," she said, her voice laced with concern, "is to fight away some of the shadows in your life."Unwrapping the package revealed two throw pillows, unlike any I'd seen before. They were explosions of color: rich golden hues, calming blues reminiscent of the Lagos lagoon at dusk, and sunshine-yellows as warm as Mama Put's jollof rice. I stared, mesmerized, as their vibrancy