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I’m Not Afraid
Fear #001: The Choice I don’t want to do itI’m not sure…People don’t respond well to this sort of stuffThere’s no certaintyMy circumstances are not encouragingThere’s no one on my side I want to step out but something restrains me ”Show me the whole picture and I promise, i’ll do as you say”Only a glimpse is availableThe unknown is smoldering To just trust?That’s YOUR big plan?You’re joking right?”Try or hide?”Those are my only options?!I’ll take number 2, thank you very much! Fear #002: The Hiding place I took the second option…I’ve found the perfect placeI’ve built the perfect walls Here, I don’t need to struggleHere, failure doesn’t existHere, I don’t need…
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Listen To Yahweh Tell The Fall Of Man Story
In the beginning… Yahweh had to admit to himself that he could not sit still any longer. It was almost time for his daily visit to earth to see his mortal children. He looked at the angel by his side who quickly whipped his head forward but not before he saw the smile the angel was trying to hide. He knew the angels could not comprehend his love for the humans and he could not describe it himself. Boom-boom, He felt it. It was like a heartbeat and it was the cue the Almighty had been waiting for. It’s evening time! “I’ll be back” was all he said before he…
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Swallow That Excuse For Always Withholding A Helping Hand
When we were little, my dad used to tell I and my siblings stories to inspire us to be many things, like compassionate and more helpful to people, including strangers. I have a lot of such stories, tucked in my long-term memory department but one sticks out in particular. I’ve never been able to forget it for too long and today is one of such days and I’m going to share it with you, the exact way my mum used to tell it. Ha! I can’t remember the main character’s name but let’s call her Edufwa. l’m not sure why I chose that name. It just sounded weird like the…
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It’s Normal To Love Non-Living Things Too
I have a friend that keeps this collection of pens in her purse and she uses all of them to write but in different occasions. Asking for one from her is like asking if you could have her lungs for dinner or something. So, I take great pleasure in begging for them and watching the distress on her face. Hehe! I’m not as weird as you’re thinking. You have them too, those inanimate objects that you love extraordinarily. You take care of them like their real pets. May even give them names, call them baby. Today, I want to introduce you to my babies from the eldest to the latest;…
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Book Review: Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers
It’s only normal that my first ever official book review should be this one. I mean I’ve read it like 3 times since I discovered it last year and I’m pretty sure I’ve not seen the last of it. Redeeming Love with its engaging, thought-provoking, and suspense filled narrative kept me asking “What’s holding her back?!” and by her, I’m referring to the book’s main character, Angel, the most sought after and most expensive prostitute of the Pair-a-Dice brothel in San Francisco during the 1950 California Gold Rush and her introduction to a different kind of man. Okay, I’m going too fast. Here’s what the book is about. Michael Hosea,…
