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Apparently, I am so tough,… as nails.
And since I can’t afford a therapist, I will just pour out a ramble over here Today, someone friend found it almost hilarious that some things jab at my self esteem; the outrageous suggestion. After all, I am tough as nails. Wouldn’t the opposite be true instead, she marvelled; that absolutely nothing can shake me.…
This year, I have lost two people whom I regret not reaching out to.
The first person died on 15th January this year. I still haven’t mourned her. I don’t know how to do so. She was my first boss (my supervisor’s superior). I totally need days to talk about her. Last year, she had a scary medical incident, and while she was recovering and was a little out…
Hurt is hurt
It is true that no one can tell the extent and the depth of someone’s pain until or unless you have walked in their very shoes. Even then, you can only imagine what they feel. In other words, even if you walked in their shoes, unless you are that person you can not fully comprehend…
I love the Obamas’ love.
I am no politician, nor am I an expert on politics, but I do know a little about recognizing love when I see and hear it. The Obamas seem to have the kind of love that each of them needed, a love built on friendship, admiration, respect, and genuine affection. They are truly a sight…
Lord, I give you all the days of the rest of my life.
For whatever reason, today I am thinking about getting old. What will my legacy be ? What stories will be told about me ? What stories will I tell ? Who will I tell them to? Who will be in my life ? How will my days be ? What will my last 20 years,…
Failure and success
What experiences in life helped you grow the most? Failure has given me some of the most defining experiences of my life. It made me pause in my tracks, question my direction, and challenge the beliefs I once held with certainty. In those moments of disappointment, I was forced to confront what I thought I…
For the glory of God
One of the lessons I learnt early in life was to not have expectations of people. This also begs the knowledge and belief that I am not owed. The world doesn’t owe me. In the recent past, I am confronted with the fact that aside from not being owed, I am dispensable. We all are.…
#8 Travel diary: Fascination around my hair
The stories of beauty, variations, pain, time, struggles, and adventures, traumas, angsts surrounding black hair have been around for ages. Now with technology and evolving standards of beauty, no one can possibly exhaust the complexity surrounding this topic. Many people have attempted to make easier the life of women and girls like of my skin…
#5 Travel diary: The shouting black man
Their feet are swift, their bodies light, save for the old stiff-jointed grannies wheeling walkers. They walk like ants in many lines except they are not together. They are unaware of the other person and each person seems completely disconnected from the human environment around them. It is not in a mistrusting way; it is…
#6 Travel diary: Heaven in the South
I often times marvel at the works of God’s hands but in the case of the south of Bavaria, I am mesmerized. When God expresses Himself in the beauty of creation, you can’t help but adore. On this sunny summer day, I gazed at the sea of green fields and stretched my view beyond them…
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