You’re chained to your screen— A zombie scrolling, typing, drowning in blue light. Blind to the clock—suddenly, it’s Weekend Now, your body's in revolt: Your spine’s a rusted hinge. Fatigued like deflated balloons. Muscles whisper “surrender.” Joints stage a protest—placards read “PAIN.” Your mood? A storm cloud in a sealed room. What a swing! This isn't a drill Your body’s screaming CODE RED— Will you mute the alarm? Unplug. Unfold. Unbreak. Unscroll. Untangle. Step out of your pixel prison. Unshoe thy feet—let grass reclaim your soles. Baptize your skin—Let sunlight resurrect your glow Breathe air that doesn’t taste like Wi-Fi. This isn't a trend— It’s your DNA screaming “REMEMBER ME?” Your skin’s starving for sunlight. Your lungs crave untamed air. You’re a creature of light, soil, sweat. Not a robot with a dying battery. It's #SavvySaturday. Your chance to rewrite the script. Will you binge another doomscroll— Or let the world remind you how to feel?

Kindly allow the earth to touch your feet today Not for aesthetics but to thrive Clock into nature today as a boss. Earth isn’t floorboards—it’s free pharmacy. #Unshoe thy feet because the ground you're walking on is Medicine. Let your soles steal the cure. It's savvysaturday 💪

Kindly allow the earth to touch your feet today Not for aesthetics but to thrive Clock into nature today as a boss. Earth isn’t floorboards—it’s free pharmacy. #Unshoe thy feet because the ground you're walking on is Medicine. Let your soles steal the cure.

Kindly allow the earth to touch your feet today Not for aesthetics but to thrive Clock into nature today as a boss. Earth isn’t floorboards—it’s free pharmacy. #Unshoe thy feet because the ground you're walking on is Medicine. Let your soles steal the cure.

Papa sade’s head throbbed after another Zoom marathon. His cramped apartment buzzed with WiFi, but his body felt numb. On a change of mind, he stumbled to the tiny community garden downstairs, unshoe his sneakers, and stood barefoot in the dirt. The ground was cool and lumpy, weeds tickling his feet. He’d read about "earthing" once—whatever, it’s free. Minutes passed. A strange warmth crept up his calves, like the soil was charging dead batteries in his legs. His breath slowed. The headache dulled. He came back the next day. And the next. 10 minutes of toes in grass became his reset button. When his boss yelled, Mr Samson (who happens to be papa Sadé) didn’t shake—he’d picture roots growing from his feet, anchoring him. His chronic backache? Gone. Sleep? Like a rock. Now, he texts his daughter: ”Meet me at the park. Bring no shoes.” This simple act can be a reset for your system. Not everything is work, work and work. Go and walk but first, unshoe your legs.

Sadé, pull off your shoes for the ground you are about to step on is Holy Shoes? Yes, they are barriers —leather walls that mute Earth’s consecrated charge. They de-evolve your feet, trapping you off balance. Kicking off your shoes — its not rebellion, but reverence to your energies As the soil anoints your feet. Let electrons flow like manna — stress drowns, joy ascends, cells are happy. The Burning Bush still burns —in grass, sand, dirt Will you tread bare? Now or Never, to hum through unhurried earth. Unshoe

Unshoe your legs and ground today Reclaim your wild. Earth’s not just dirt—it’s a natural battery. Your DNA craves Earth’s Wi-Fi. Unplug yours and Plug into hers. Plug in to Reboot Plug in to Glow. It's #savvysaturday everyone, go for a walk