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Dinner at the Colemans- part 8

Part 1 https://mayorspen.wordpress.com/2020/03/26/dinner-at-the-colemans/ Part 2 https://kemisniche.wordpress.com/2020/03/27/dinner-at-the-colemans-part-2/ Part 3 https://demarkwrites.wordpress.com/2020/03/28/dinner-at-the-colemans-part-3/ Part 4 https://covirytz.wordpress.com/2020/03/28/dinner-at-the-colemans-part-4/ Part 5 https://transformationplace.blog/2020/03/31/dinner-at-the-colemans-part-5/ Part 6 https://msgiddy.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/dinner-at-the-colemans-part-6/ Part 7 https://taemytayo.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/dinner-at-the-colemans-part-7/ The silence was deafening. How could a well thought out plan like theirs have failed completely? Rose had always been the simpler one. The one who understood everyone’s motive, always ready to take one for the team. It had always seemed like she could not stand being first, being prioritized. She acted like some things were too good for her. Like she deserved only the backbench. Lauren had a
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Of Iya Tunde, Mama Bose and timeless corner stores...

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Go back the way you came

You do not need to be a Bible scholar to know Elijah, the fire-breathing, rain-holding prophet who consistently gave Ahab and the prophets of Baal grief-until Jezebel gave him an ultimatum. It has always been a discussion trigger in Christendom, how such a mighty man of God can quiver in fear at a woman’s words. One would assume that someone who had experienced such deep depths of God and delivered such remarkable exploits would be above random comments and empty threats. However, a closer study of that scripture clearly reveals that Jezebel or her vain threats were not responsible for Elijah’s end. As a matter fact, verse 3 of that account in 1 st Kings 19 read in King James Version revealed that Elijah took off ‘when he saw that’. This begs the question, what did he see? The answer is graciously provided later when he finally got God’s attention and God asked him twice- what do you want? Elijah didn’t mention Jezebel even once. He kept on repeating how all the other prophets h
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My Shadow is Red

I can predict the complaints. No, I can recite them. Family and friends, the ones who should be closest. How can they be so close but yet so blind? ‘Vero, you never attend any family events. Veronica, when will you come to my house for the weekend, Vero, you are always alone, won’t you marry…yen yen yen…’ I never have words for them, I ran out of words a long time ago. Usually, my first impulse is to burst into hysteric laughter or break down in uncontrollable tears. Since I can do neither without losing the little dignity I have left. I simply walk away and find solace in the loneliness that is my life. How do I explain that I cannot sleep over at your house because my flow can start at any time? Would you understand if you I tell you that I do not have anything to wear to the family event because clothes are not even on my list of things to spend money on? Where would I get money for such frivolities like luncheons and tea when I have to buy box after box of sanitary pad every
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Sorry, But Do I Know You?

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For Kikiara… Held by the Everlasting Arms

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On your mark, set...run!

Like play, like play, 2017 is reading. The changing dates pointing fingers at me, asking what I am doing with the avalanche of opportunities staring me in the face. So I have begun by thinking, looking within and without. Particularly because Proverbs 19:2 has refused to leave me alone. It is dangerous to have zeal without knowledge, says the wisest man ever liveth.  For me this year, it is not about the blind rush, I'm withdrawing from the rat race, I am choosing to discover the things that matter, focus on them and excel at them. Hopefully, 12 months down the line, I would be bold to say I fought a good fight. Of course, I can hardly preempt what the year has in stock for me but I can focus on the author of time and choose to not be swayed by every wind that hits me. If my feet are firm, my hands steady and my eyes single, the lines should fall in pleasant places. First comes my eternal love, then my companion on the journey called life- him and the home the L
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