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Keep memories!
Read more: Keep memories!Memories like from this weekend, sink deeply into my soul. Good people are rare. Good food too. A belly full of laughter from boys cheerful with their joy, is forever etched in my memory. Black boy joy surrounded by grey elephants is truly magical. I am walking into this week full of thanks for being…
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Keep creating!
Read more: Keep creating!‘So there are no models. Create from scratch. Checkout everything for health or disease. Know then that revolution begins with self, in the self. You make false starts because of the models you use. Ask questions instead. Everything is incompatible with those that believe in we the people. Reject the opinions of those who love…
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Keep persisting Class of 2022!
Read more: Keep persisting Class of 2022!I sat through my first pre-commencement graduation at Saint Louis University today. There were many many highs and tearful moments. Some made me smile and others brought tears to my eyes. Imagine working so hard for your degree, even knowing what you will do upon graduation, just for the Lord to call you back home.…
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Keep Buffalo!
Read more: Keep Buffalo!Trying to make sense of Buffalo will make you question the meaning of life. Make you wonder whether we will ever get through this. That even grocery shops are not safe simply because of the color of your skin. No where truly is safe anymore. All I keep wondering is whether these deaths will mean…
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Keep unafraid.
Read more: Keep unafraid.We walk like lions, unafraid. Stroll like kings and queens through sunrise, unending. Someone of us have histories, unknown. Some stories by moonlight, untold. Some of us sing songs, unrecorded. Some dance around masquerades, unrecognized. Some of us carry weights, unbearable. Some march for rights, unequal. Some of us remember names, unnamed. Some sound horns…
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Keep hard truths!
Read more: Keep hard truths!Here is a truth. Cherish your failures. Bury your doubts. Protect your power. Knock on closed doors. Put a stake through your fears. Take what you want. Respect your pain. Let your spirit rise. Stand in your light. Speak with love. Do what stirs your imagination. Never forget that anything is possible. Find the time…
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Keep living mothers, live!
Read more: Keep living mothers, live!A son found his mother, slumped on the floor one night, stiff, unresponsive. He picked her up, thinking she slipped and fell, maybe from a heat stroke, a stressful day, and laid her gently on her bed. Not before he put a cool towel on her forehead and kissed her cheeks as he bade her…
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Keep sons with eyes like the sun!
Read more: Keep sons with eyes like the sun!I’m learning his ways. His voice is his own. He knows his hearts desires. Recalls promises made in silence. He will share his dreams if you ask. Plus he is only five. I keep asking when will he know. That birds called Sky are meant to fly free. I keep wondering when the fragrant air…
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Keep rose bushes!
Read more: Keep rose bushes!Our rose bushes are blooming, unafraid, on their own. Not even birds can deny the depths of them. They are like mini trees. Evergreen and erect. A perfect combination of lush and sublime. Their leaves are perfect. Carved into an angle that say so little of how glorious they are. The folds of each rose…
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Keep writing to and for mothers!
Read more: Keep writing to and for mothers!I write at a crossroads of a life that has known pain, felt anger, cherished joy, and carried the idea of sustaining anything as urgent. I write too from a place of commitment, a mind that has known what it means to transform and be transformed, all while identifying and defining what life means to…
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Keep falling rain!
Read more: Keep falling rain!Rain falls from the skies to the earth. Falls down to rivers and lakes, to flowers and trees all from skies open and free. Today I am free. I stand, not afraid to be me. To see the rain that have fallen for the past 8 years, where nothing seemed to stop all in my…
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Keep beginning with children!
Read more: Keep beginning with children!My day seemed random at first. International festival. Second grade kids. Talk about being born and raised in Nigeria. Simple. Until it began. There were all sorts of questions from minds curious about places far from home. I took it all in. Mesmerized faces eager to sail from this place to one I call home.…
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