We all get to a point where our feet beg us to stop running, our hearts pound loudly against our chest, stretched from exhaustion. What happens then? Do you push your flayed arms and buckled knees, willing them to keep going despite how they bleed? Wouldn’t life be better if we just learned to rest?… Continue reading Back Bone
There are so many people hurting this Christmas. Some have to mark the anniversary of a loved one who passed or, lay one to rest. There are those who are with family and friends yet feel so alone. This year, I knew what it was like to face darkness, the tremors, sleepless nights, empty days… Continue reading ‘Tis The Season
The streets glimmer with gold And my footsteps echo with relief As I run to meet my Lover And fall into His arms of rest His eyes hold love unfiltered As He gazes tenderly upon me, Seeing the perfect reflection of His Son And my glittering crown of grace No more do I… Continue reading Of Grace and Glory
Beloved, You clench your fists too tightly And hold your breath for too long Does your heart forget that peace lives within? Does your mind forget the battles won? This aching in your belly And tightness in your chest Will melt like cotton candy As you soak your soul in joy Do you… Continue reading Note to Self
Every night, before I go to sleep, I wonder; If tomorrow was my first day after this lock down, what would it be like? Would I book the first flight out of here, hungry to see the wonders of the world and all the adventures that I had put off till ‘later’? Would I plan… Continue reading When This Is Over
There is a world beyond the shore Bursting at the seams with dreams yet unborn Heavy with hope and the grind of a thousand hands Mapped with endless roads that lead to gold Trodden by brave hearts and steady feet There is a world beyond the shore So clear yet so hidden Wrapped with… Continue reading Beyond The Shore
I wish I was Nigerian; the kind that doesn't have to break the bank to get into classrooms the kind that dares to think outside the box, without the 'system' locking her ideas in a cage the kind that is not crippled with thoughts of being raped or used for blood money because the devil… Continue reading I Wish I Was Nigerian
I pray for you. I pray for her. I pray for him. I hope you see that you are truly loved and allow your heart be filled with love and joy. I pray you stand up with your shoulders high and see that you are brilliant. I hope the pain in your heart dissolves like… Continue reading In This Season
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