After spending hours at the lake, we decided to grab dinner at a nearby restaurant. Bora led the way, and I felt grateful for her enthusiasm and energy. We shared stories about our lives, our families, and our dreams over a delicious meal of Korean BBQ.

"You know, Tiwa, I think you should seriously consider blogging about your travels and experiences," Bora suggested between bites of grilled meat. "You have a unique perspective, and people would love to read about your journey."

I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm not sure I have the skills to do that. What if no one likes what I write?"

"Who cares? Write for yourself first. If others enjoy it, that's just a bonus. It's about finding your voice and sharing your story," she encouraged.

Her belief in me ignited a spark I hadn't felt in a long time. "Maybe you're right. I could start documenting my experiences, not just here but back home too."

"Exactly! And I'd love to read it. We can even collaborate on something if you'd like!" Bora's excitement was contagious, and I found myself smiling widely.

As the sun set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, we walked back to the lake park to catch the evening view. The atmosphere was magical, and I felt a sense of clarity wash over me.

"Tiwa, I know we just met, but I feel like we've known each other forever," Bora said, her voice sincere as we sat on a bench overlooking the water. "I truly believe that this friendship could be something special."

I nodded, feeling the same way. "I never expected to meet someone like you on this trip. You've made my time here unforgettable."
Bora smiled. "And you've inspired me too. I've been feeling stuck with my own writing and creativity. I think we can help each other grow."

As we exchanged contact details, promising to stay in touch, I realized that I had found something more than just a friend in Bora. I had found a connection that would help me navigate my journey ahead.

The next morning, I packed my bags with a bittersweet feeling. I was leaving Ilsan, but I was taking with me more than just memories; I was carrying a newfound sense of purpose.

As I boarded the plane, I looked out the window, watching the landscape fade away. I thought about Bora, our conversations, and the connection we built in such a short time. I felt motivated to pursue my passions, not just photography and writing but to explore what truly brought me joy.

Back in Nigeria, I began to write about my experiences in Ilsan, documenting not just the sights I saw but the feelings I had, the friendship I forged, and the lessons I learned. I embraced my creativity and shared my story with the world.