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Climbing the stairs today, I suddenly thought, why didn't they just cut the oak tree long before the storm? He immediately reminded me of how we leave things be in our lives.
I said to a friend that when I ask God for stuff, He just gives me work to do. It’s been a time of being stretched. Of being pruned. Of growth.
I wanted to run around announcing, like that woman, I have met a man who told me all I ever did. And He loves me more than people.
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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.
Our first apartment sat on the cross of Onipan and Ilupeju. We were wide-eyed pretend-adults struggling to have money left at the end of the month.
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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.
