Cruising through life

  WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR? I saw you in red for the first time. Awestruck does not begin to describe how perplexed I was when I laid my eyes on you. I finally understand what the phrase, takes my breath away, means Because the minute I exhaled, I froze in the moment to encapsulate the radiance before me I wonder, do you know how gleam you look in red? Was it intentional to wear red or was it the design of the fit that intrigued you? Wow! They could never pay me to look away Your demeanour is different too It feels unreachable Much like royalty In this moment, you are royalty A million questions are fighting for the forefront of my brain But only one is recurring Like a bad song on replay “What is your favourite colour?” I would much like it to be red But since this is the first time seeing you in it I would argue not Is it black? To match your dark brown eyes? I wonder if it is aqua Like your favourite dress You love luscious ...

  A NEW LOVE INTEREST I want to take this moment to formally apologize to anyone who met me in 2021 and the former part of 2022. Now we can look back and laugh, can’t we?   I look back at the girl I was and finally I can forgive her and give her so much grace. I have mentioned in one of my articles that I have been bullied before, but I have never necessarily spoke about how I got through it. It goes back to an old proverb that says, ‘you fight fire with fire.’ Yes, I may or may not have mutated into a bully. It happened whenever I was triggered by anyone or anything. I simply raged! The only problem was it was not only other people that I raged against, but I did it to myself. I bullied myself.   This year, as I have gotten closer to God, I have seen love. Love in its perfect form. You know how when you love someone you start assimilating similar characteristics and begin loving what they love. I started seeing myself as God sees me. I wondered why anyone would...

                         MY RED LETTER WEEK In primary school, we would often be given assignments to write a composition about a red-letter day. In other words, a day that you will never forget. I always wrote out of imagination and wondered what it would be like to write about a actual day that was so fleeting that I could never forget it. Not a good thing in a day, not an hour in a day but a whole 24-hour day. I am fortunate to say that not only can I say that this day has come but the good Lord turned the day into a week. So here, dear primary school teacher, is a short composition of my red-letter week: I woke up at the crack of dawn, as it was my norm since adulting responsibilities fell on my shoulders, on a mundane Wednesday when I received a very interesting call from my Pastor to see if I could join a group of ambitious souls in spreading the gospel in another ci...