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Love, Like Dying Lilies
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On Life
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A few months ago, T.E. came by on a Sunday afternoon and when her eyes fell on a vase of fresh flowers, she said, “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand flowers as a gift.
Had a rare moment when my own foolishness and disobedience stared me in the face. What happens when God gives an instruction…?
I often expect things to be smooth sailing, especially when I'm certain they're God's will. However, following Him/His way can be tough…
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In many ways, I am only just learning what it really is to love, to allow myself give and sit with tenderness. To not hurry to protect myself…
At first, Paris is stinking metro and constant hand wipes in panic. Then, Paris is thousands of bodies walking slowly along the Champs Elysees.
One morning, from my sleep I can hear birds chirping, and it is so clear it feels like they’re flying above my head, cartoon-style.
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I’m sitting on the cold floor of a hotel room in a strange town, crying. I’ve finally figured out why I came here. It wasn’t for solitude, as I had convinced myself and told my sisters when I left Lagos; it was because I was running from the loneliness.
As it speeds off, you stare out the window at the bridge snaking overhead. You remember the stories your mom told of a time when that bridge—the Third Mainland Bridge—and not the underwater train was the major link between the Mainland and the Island.
At a time when I often found myself tongue tied and unsure of myself, she was what I wanted to be—self-assured and stubborn enough to stand her ground when it came to making decisions that were not necessarily understood by others.
