journal
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Held
While writing this post, I made an attempt to recall moments from my childhood, memories of being held or hugged. I know for sure as a baby I was held, always, and then often. Unfortunately, as with most of humankind, memories before three are simply gone with the wind. As a child, deep in my… Continue reading
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Simple Memories
I remember, At 4, routinely waking up to a peculiar melody, birds outside my window chirped. At 5, bedtime routines. Getting to say goodnight to my mom before bed, and without missing a beat, her reply: “goodnight darling!” At 6, numerous siestas my siblings and I were rather unsuccessfully forced to take. At 7, beautiful,… Continue reading
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Answered Prayers
I remember a few years ago, downloading Pinterest. Unsure as to what category the app belonged to, I joined, simply because I wanted pictures to add to my mood board. Previously, my go-to for wallpapers was google search image results or screenshots from other social media apps. But those simply weren’t “giving” and Pinterest was. … Continue reading
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University: a memoir
It’s a new month and I have nothing saved in my drafts. So I searched my Drive for a write-up I put together for a friend a few years ago. It’s a memoir of a sort, summarizing events leading up to my university admission, struggles, and other experiences. Reading it back to myself again today… Continue reading
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Less about me
“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” A redefining moment of my existence came with the jarring realization that the Bible was not about me. Quite commonsensical to infer that scripture written thousands of years ago was in fact not about this… Continue reading
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A closed mouth
Growing up Nigerian, there were numerous adages children were fed in school and at home. “You can’t have your cake and eat it”, or “what an elder sees sitting, a youngster cannot see even stationed at the top of a tree” (lol, last last we will use drone for aerial view). The topic of discussion… Continue reading
jess in the mundane 