Like Air. My heart is full, and I feel content. In the midst of huge storms, cold blasting winds, high mountains of life decisions and a heart confused in many directions, I feel at peace and quite content. On Monday, the chorus to Kirk Franklin’s, ‘the fight of my life’ randomly played in my
I started 2016 sitting in church, my eyes closed. While the rest of the congregation prayed fervently, I sat in quiet contemplation, a thousand ‘what ifs’ swimming in my head. Would I meet someone this year? Would I be in a relationship? Would I have the courage to jump in and take myself seriously as
Amoke sneezed twice. The second sneeze more painful than the first. She tried to sit up, but she couldn’t. She looked around the dimly lit room and couldn’t find anything familiar. It wasn’t Chinyere’s house and it wasn’t hers. She attempted to sit up again, inhaling sharply in pain. “Oh don’t do that!” a man’s
She hiked up her skirt and crossed the wide gutter with ease. “E kaaro Aunty Clara.” she waved cheerily to the woman who was turning akara on a huge pan. “Kaaro oh! Akara is almost ready, would you like me to wrap some for you?” She shook her head, her short braids, swinging lazily with her
About three years ago, I was having a conversation with a really good friend of mine. She’d just moved to a new city, and we were talking about adapting to new environments. As the conversation continued, we got talking about God, and she told me that she’d found a new church. She explained that the