“You may make your plans, but God directs your actions.” Proverbs 16:9 Dear H,“Man plans but God decides, so sometimes you’ll make plans, but things won’t always go your way”I had the rare chance of studying while young thanks to your grandparents who enrolled me in Primary one at the age of 4. This, with…
Stories for H: I Hope You Outlive your Fears
Dear H, “We must travel in the direction of our fear”. John Berryman For years I lived in fear, sunk deep under numerous waves of fear and I let them take charge of my life.In a way, my fears varied and ultimately came to determine how I lived. As a young boy my most intense…
Good company
I Sit through those movies everyday,Feed you cookies and watch you try to resist,grin in confidence that as always you’ll eat them,In between movie scenes, I listen to those stories,About cousin Debbie who makes pizza every other Easter,hear about Joel’s new job at the hospital I pat your hair and chase mosquitoes,your woes float in…
Stories for H: The One with the G-nut Paste and the Girl.
For the next two month I’ll be writing Stories to H, a series of pieces written from my past to my daughters to tell the stories of my life!!
Stories Addressed to H:
February is here and with it my return to blogging sixty-two days later from my last blog post, It’s been a great two months of planning my return to Blogging, spent some good time procrastinating about it too and putting it off until I opted for February since it would give me enough time to…
No Redemption for Sinners
Took a dip in the river,Washed up clean and turned a new page,Found a new purpose,Thought I would give me redemption,But you were always a good shot,Always shot to kill,evaded the layers of kevlar,Went for skin, grazed an artery,And now you got me bleeding. Thought I would get away with an apology,But I guess it…
The One Where I Self-Destruct
Threw a fist at the wall,Saw the impact tear my skin,felt a shot of pain go through my hand,Saw the blood drip,saw that red mix with the dark of my skin,It wasn’t my best work of art,but it was genuine and I didn’t mean to scare you,But It’s the only way I know to feel…
The One Where I Trip:
And yeah I get panicky, freak out,And the world closes in on me,the edge where am often comfy,gets rattled and am violently cast out if it,thrust right in the middle;right there with the brightest flames,where am devoured by my fears. My heart races and my chest fails to keep up,struggle to breathe, and choke,I get…
Lord's Anxieties 