Tag: love
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Keep a plan!
Imagine if you sat in a room full of young people, what would you say, how would you begin. I sat in a room full of young people yesterday and saw myself in their eyes. Their minds were open and ready to learn. I began with these words from my mother “Enter to learn, depart…
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Keep remembering how the journey began!
Say we met, on a Friday evening over drinks and pomegranates. Say we talked, for an hour or two, then walked around looking for food. Say we watched the evening sunset, the night creatures rise, as two hearts open to the possibilities of life with no regrets. See the first day I met you, our…
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Keep this self-portrait!
A dreamer, a believer, star gazer and breeder, and a lover of full moons. Steady like black ants, marching, unwavering, persistent. Chatty, tenacious, stubborn, bold, full of hope, for no certain outcome and for certain outcomes. Impediments and struggle, Together with legacy and tomorrow Are like the sun and it flowers, A duality that matter,…
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Keep blessing the boats or what I call Onyelo!
I see the tide clearly. I know the edge of understanding too. Both have carried me out, beyond fear, through right paths and in a darkness so deep. We have been kissed, like a morning star and the wind has turned. We find ourselves near pools of fresh water. We are certain that water loves…
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Keep the hope and stillness you see with Eastern pinecones.
They say there are no finer tree with roots firmly planted, with evergreen needles and pinecone, and the praise of wild birds and wild air, like the Eastern pinecone, with it stillness and clarity like the passing wind. Hope is in its pinecone, wild like air, wild like birds gliding across the skies. We went…
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Keep looking on the bright side or happy 10th birthday Chiwetel!
Exactly 10 years ago, at around 5:30am, we gave birth to a boy whom we would later name our gift from God. Chiwetel was as beautiful as any sunny day. Lotanna and mama visited us later that morning. I still vividly recall Lotanna in her pink dress and pink tights, with spiky threaded hair, the…
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Keep walking through your storm!
We don’t get to pick our storms but we can choose how we go walk through them. Choose the armor we put on to battle the storms. Choose the legion that stands with us to defeat the storm. I am walking. I found myself in a storm recently, found myself reading and reading the reminder…
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Keep telling your dreams!
Tell your dreams to anyone. A child, a tree, a bird. Tell Say where it clicks, it swells, it falls. Tell. And if no one understands, not the bird, nor tree, nor the child still Tell. For nothing is as important as the freedom your dreams bring. Otherwise you will be like a bird with…
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Keep what you see even if a frog!
What you see outside, typically reflects who you are inside. These days I marvel at all I see along this journey called life. For what does anyone know about who you are, without the depths of your sight. How can they feel what you feel, like when you are along the edges of a cliff,…
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Keep love still for 2023!
When this captivating year final closes, when its power comes to an end, when you are finally not daunted by its experience, when you are full of gratitude for the simple fruits it planted, then and only then will you hold the year in reverence. You will find yourself saying a decade of rosary. 5…
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Keep soaring like eagles
The turning point for me was the pandemic. I found myself wanting to know myself better. Work was intense. Family life too. Yet, both demanded more from me, even in the middle of a pandemic. So I did what I thought would save me: looking intently inside myself. It meant that I discovered many selves.…
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Keep love that lasts!
She was once invisible. Her love too, invisible. Though her presence had power. Her actions knew power. Her words too were full of power. Better than precious oils. Better than gracious soils. All she carried was startling from the beginning. Though they kept asking, what kind of love is this? They kept lying to taint…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 