Why?

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 I am not your friend anymore, I said to my three year old niece. Her playful face suddenly became serious. ‘Why?’ she asked. Because I don’t want to, is why. I replied ‘Why?’ she asked again. I told her I didn’t have a reason. ‘Take back your statement Aunty Mayowa or I will be angry at you. Then, we will really not be friends’, she said (No, I’m not exaggerating. She is that dramatic and her command of English is that good). When I said nothing, she stood up and left the sitting room. I could hear her telling my sister that I had ...

Faith: A perfect excuse?

For a respectable number of Christians, especially those just coming to the belief system of following Christ or growing in their knowledge of him, faith is something we struggle with.  It just seems very unnatural to leave our lives to someone we can’t see and for ‘control freaks’, its arguably incompatible with being in total control of one’s life and affairs. Faith is just one of those things that a Christian has a long-time battling with. It’s therefore a noteworthy victory where having faith is no longer a constant struggle. But when does faith become a perfect excuse? Prayer is a ...

Screw potentials

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A few disjointed notes

A friend messaged me in the early hours of the morning to ask if I still blog. I replied yes, but that simple question got me thinking till I drifted back to sleep. It has indeed been so long since I last posted, and for that, I apologise. Life got in the way and laziness also did. I am done with one phrase of my life and I’m moving on to another phrase soon. So, I cannot promise to be a consistent blogger, but I’m not abandoning this blog. In case you were also wondering if I still blog, yes! I ...

Grief does not look like this

Just because I don't know how else to tell you that I am here for you... ** ‘Stop asking if I am fine… please stop!’ I say calmly, trying my possible best not to scream my lungs out. I am just tired of people asking if I am fine. What’s the point of asking anyway. If I say I’m fine or I’m not fine, what can they do for me. I don’t really know. So, everyone needs to stop asking if I’m fine. I look at my friend and I start speaking as if something else is controlling me. I am not crying. ...

This Little Light of Mine.

‘This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…’ mama sang to me every night as she tucked me in. Every single night for as long as I still felt like a little child that needed my mother’s protection, she sang that song to me and I always slept off listening to her sweet and delicate voice. ‘This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…’ mama would sing so joyfully. She believed those words and because of her, I believed I had lights that could shine and needed to shine. ‘You are kind. You are beautiful. You are worthy. ...

A conversation with a stranger

‘Loosen up. We are here to have fun, remember.’ Her best friend said to her as she put her bag down and went to do the normal pleasantries of saying hi to people she knew and didn't know and ignoring those she thought obnoxious. She rolled her eyes as she watched her friend go. She brought out her phone to check the time, hoping time would leap so she could leave. But time becomes unbearably slow when you need it to be fast, she knows this too well. She sighed and brought out her lip balm. Out of habit, she ...

What. Are. You. Feeling?

I am a failure. My writing is complete crap. I am not strong enough to stand when the storms are raging. My goals are beyond my reach and capabilities, so there is no point trying…. Those are some of the thoughts that often attack me. Those are some of the feelings that try to make me stay in bed, buried under the ‘comfort’ of my duvet. Those are some of the words I find myself saying and sometimes believing till something snaps in my head and wakes me up. “Mayowa, why are you substituting the truth for your feelings?” The truth is, I’m ...