Picture this: Grammar walks into a bar, orders a whiskey, trips over a semicolon, and flirts with a verb it shouldn’t. It then wakes up the next morning with a hangover called Poetry. That’s usually how it begins with me: a word, a sip, and a stumble. For me, somewhere between sobriety and intoxication, language loosens its collar, and I
Disclaimer: Topic is largely inspired by a tweet I saw some days ago. I, myself, wonder how my mind works, as I was inspired to write of the reality of a new convert. Here are two things I know to be true; Jesus is the way and there is no situation impossible for God to change. Still, sometimes, I wonder
“Don’t be afraid to start again. Remember that this time, you are not starting from the scratch, you’re starting from experience.” The above is a quote, shared with me by a friend I’d call sister, over my current situation or better still, decision. For me, “starting from experience” is a necessary pain. I had held onto this subject matter for
If art is life, therefore, I am alive. So, until I die, I must write. Why? Because, it’s my kind of art. I repeat, “the day I stop writing is the day that I die” And how many times have I died? You, the reader, would know, by the numerous times I have gone MIA(missing in action), on this self-watering
Hey there, been ages *blows the dust off my keypads* I struggle to define what it has been with me. However, the words that come to mind is distracted, hectic, slightly confused, sad, frustrated and generally tired. I had to put my feelings into words…as the last resort though, in a bid to keep my feelings in check. For the
Happy New Year my loves! What a sweet pleasure it is, to share a piece created from love with you *reading* on the first day of the month of “love“. Coincidentally, it also marks one year since I intentionally gave my life to Christ, so, a happy anniversary to me & God the Father, the Son and most importantly, the
Ain’t anyone telling me that God ain’t real. Finding a suitable title for this piece was a bit of a hassle given that, I struggle with perfectionism and what a battle it is, to find the right “singular” word to define everything that has happened so far. If you’re an ardent reader of this blog (shout out to my Dad),
I have been holding on to the subject matter for a almost a week now, that if I didn’t let this out, I would forever be upset with myself. If you aren’t familiar with the game “candy crush” or similar games like it, then this might be a bit difficult for you to understand. Patience is truly a virtue, real
I wanted to hold off this post till I get my SEO writing really right but like the subject matter, things are really happening. My last post was about being vulnerable, so I would use this opportunity to put into practice what I preach. Life has happened… a lot within the past month that I still don’t know if I
“There is joy in my soul” I believe I’ll be doing myself a great disservice if I don’t capture my raw emotions in words right now.It’s 6:13 A.m and I haven’t slept due to a “baby insomnia” I’m battling. Today, this very moment, I feel so much peace within me. Let me just add, thanks to a spirit lifting conversation