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MASS GRAVE FOR VICTIMS OF JOS ATTACK
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May there soul RIP & may our leaders have sleepless nights.
It is saddening to continue to see pictures like this. Everytime we hear of a crisis from that unrest, people die & we move on like nothing happened.
Do not lie. How many times have you said this each time you come to my blog hoping to see a new post? Guilty as charged. You see, life happened. Infact, a lot has happened. Since the last time I put up a post, I have relocated, got married, got a new job, and lost a child. Miscarrying a pregnancy is as surreal as losing a child. I sincerely apologize for my absence and well, I have cried and laughed, and my faith was shaken, but God is ever faithful. My favourite song remains: it is well. It became my favourite phrase. Don't let me bore you with all the stories. Perhaps I will make a post on dealing with pain. :) Yes? I have decided to return to writing. I am typing and grinning because I have missed this. God, give me the grace to be consistent. I have struggled with creating a niche for myself, but I'd rather share myself with the world. My story, my views on issues and, of course, no copy & paste. The blogsphere is full of that already. I miss my colleague B...
Your Mother carried you inside of her womb for nine whole months, she felt sick for months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell and her skin stretch and tear. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and even a simple task like putting her shoes on was a huge struggle for her. She suffered many sleepless nights while you kicked and squirmed inside of her and while you demanded that she scoffed junk at 3am, she then went through EXCRUCIATING PAIN to bring you into this world. She became your nurse, your chef, your maid, your chauffeur, your biggest fan, your teacher, your agony aunt and your best friend. She's struggled for you, cried over you, fought for you, put herself second for you, hoped the best for you and has driven herself insane with worry for you but never has she asked for anything in return because she loves you and did it all on love alone! Most of us take our Mums for granted but there are people who have lost or have never even seen thei...
I never truly left. I just stopped prioritizing writing. And honestly? Life happened. But somewhere between the chaos, the responsibilities, and the constant becoming… I grew. The last 11 years have been filled with more change than I could have imagined. I became a mum to three children. Three! Can you believe that? I even have a pre-teen now. In many ways, I never stopped writing. I just started writing differently. My thoughts found their way into tweets, Instagram captions, and quick reflections tucked into the rhythm of short-form content. It felt easier. Faster, more in sync with the world's shrinking attention span and endless appetite for visuals. And for a while, that was enough. But deep down, I missed this. I missed the stillness of long-form writing. The space to think slowly. To feel deeply. To escape the thoughts in my head. I missed having a place where my thoughts didn’t need to fit into a caption, a carousel, or 280 characters...
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