Hope you had a great day. I did too. Although, getting out of my duvet to go to work this morning was the hardest thing ever. Kinda like the Monday blues that Garfield dreads. Thank God I got over it and was active all day.
It’s week three! This feels like when you’re climbing a hill and you get to the steep side. It. Gets. Harder. By. The. Day.
But we’re not giving up!
The beauty about challenges like this is that if you can do this consistently, there’s nothing you can’t do if you put your mind to it.
Let’s dive into today’s post!
Continue reading “Day 17”
Thanks for showing up for today’s challenge. How’s the weekend going? One would think that I’d write much earlier being that it was a Saturday, but on the contrary, it’s a lot harder to do so. It’s been a week since I committed to this challenge and I must be honest, it’s hard to follow through most times. But I’m not giving up till the goal is achieved! And neither should you! 🙌 We can do this together!
Continue reading “Day 8 of 30”
Growing up in a culture where everyone had to ‘toughen up’ meant that negative emotions of anger, pain, hurt, depression etc. had to be hidden or suppressed. It was (and still is) a culture founded on the misconception that emotions make you weak. Those who have read Chinua Achebe’s famous ‘Things Fall Apart’ will understand how crazy it gets when one begins to prove a point of being strong rather than weak. It’s a survivor’s race. Continue reading “How to Deal with the Broken”
She wanted to heal
But day after day
She would lift up the band aid
And find yet a bleeding heart
That just won’t heal. Continue reading “Let it Bleed”
Do I begin by saying how much I’ve missed the blog and its readers? Or do I begin with the story of how my life has been these past months? Well, I’ll start from the latter and arrive at the former. Continue reading “Where to Begin?”
It was the eve of her departure. She was going back home to a foreign country that had become home. I went to see her at the first break of dawn hoping to save pockets of time before her cousins whisked her away. This was the second time we were going to see in eight years. Continue reading “Piece of You”
He was both the lantern and the lamb
He was the light
Clothed in a dusty frame
That still shone brightly
In spite of the darkness surrounding him.
Continue reading “Lantern and Lamb”