Tag: children
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Keep the love for boys little!
It’s another day, and we are among those lucky people who get to see this day and it’s rain and the birds that lurk around grasses, on their feet, like the a red cardinal bird that hurries from one grass to another, from one branch to another, such is the life of a mother, this…
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Keep these meltdowns!
When I look back to that day, look back to the first day, the bright side day, always, I see the day isn’t waiting. It is long gone. Nothing about the first day remains. Except it’s music or sound. Not its rain or storm. Except the gratitude that follows. Such is the story of meltdowns that…
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Keep smiling!
These days we are encountering the beauty of life, smiling as we sit and dream, uncovering the wonder within, letting our souls wander too, as we let our sons of color, like sun and its color, light up the dark. If there is ever a moment to love humans, as tricky and mean as we…
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Keep still knowing the source of your scars!
My left pinky finger hides a scar the size of a grain of rice. I barely remember it exists. Sometimes it’s better to never remember pain, to always accept being invisible even when your mark is clearly visible. Between all the lines and groves in my hand, this scars stays hidden on the sides of…
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Keep knowing their defeat is eminent.
When your existence is an accomplished fact, and your way of seeing things is the norm, then even if terminated, you are powerful and should still go forth staking your rightful claim as leaders of tomorrow even if today seems bleak. No need being a shadow of who you are. No falling into their trap of…
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Keep standing with science!
Eliminating health-related grants like, some in the middle of clinical trials like the Adolescent Medicine Trials Network is not only unethical, but one of the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. A nation, free, confident and proud in all of stands for, doesn’t reject science on the basis of ideology, doesn’t eject…
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Keep all that remains!
We are thinking about resilience, thinking about what remains and what ends, thinking too about who stands and who gets to thrive, not just trees or flowers or the things we plant with our bare hands, but us, our children, our most vital source of all the ways we bloom, long after we are gone.…
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Keep the many phases of motherhood!
All a mother needs for strength these days are in the eyes of those she birthed. For her, nothing remains the same and opening up is like Spring season, a moment when words start to speak on their own whether silently or loud. For her, the sun never goes down. The moon is like a…
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Keep the memories of a pandemic!
5 years later, our hair is slowly greying, bones are still wide, and life is running by without a care. From out the dark, at the beginning of the pandemic, words started to emerge from deep within as we trembled through the world. At first, they were concerned about health care workers, all those literally…
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Keep words like robins on top of branches!
There are days when you don’t know what you are doing. Three notes are written. One remains and begins like this. We need to focus, gain clarity and sweet understanding for all the things masking the guilt that follows. We write hiding from a little boy that calls our name. We stare out a window…
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Keep knowing this is life is for spinning again!
The sounds I hear this evening are of the footsteps of little boys, thuds from books dropping, clanging of tall beige blinds, opening or closing of doors, pages of books too, little boys reading out loud, on bears, about bears, that we question what we are doing here. There are cups clanging, plates too, little…
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Keep the genesis of Bloom!
About 16 years ago today, my family and I gathered together to bury my dearest father. I still vividly remember many symbols from that day. All his children for example, wore white, particularly a thick white cloth common among Delta Igbos of Nigeria, called Akwa Ocha. My dad’s burial was the first time I had…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 