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The Wasted Years

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“Honestly, I can’t recall ever doing that to you,” she said. Her voice was soft, and sincere; her eyes wide with curiosity. She wasn’t defensive, just confused. And in that moment, I could tell... she was telling the truth. But me? I sat there, brows furrowed, trying so hard to keep the anger from leaking out through my eyes. My mind was screaming, “what do you mean you can’t remember? How can you forget the words that bruised my heart so deeply? How dare you act like it didn’t happen? After all these years of carrying this pain… this is what I get?” For years, I had rehearsed this moment in my head, the day I’d finally tell Mimi how much her words and actions hurt me. The day I’d speak my truth and finally find healing. And now that day had come. I had the privilege of sitting face to face with her. My heart was pounding with a mix of relief and fear. But the moment I brought up the past, Mimi looked at me with a puzzled face and gently said she couldn’t remember any of it...
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Trouble On The First Day Of The Year

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It was the early hours of my birthday after I had woken up from the short nap I had. I dashed into the kitchen to boil water in order to freshen up in time, (I need no one to tell me that it's going to be a long day). On getting to my bowl of water, I was faced with two choices__ (because the bowl was half empty), either I go out to get water, or I manage the little water I had left. Well I had no issue with going out to fetch water. “But how can I begin the new year with 'work’?”, I thought to myself. So, I stood, contemplating on what to do. I perceive the need to get more water strongly in my spirit. I just had this unexplainable prompting to go out.  Without hesitation I carried the bowl and checked my bathroom for empty buckets as well. I left for the well.  At the well, I reached for the fetcher (I didn’t have to start searching for it today, thank God!). I grabbed the rope, dipping the fetcher into the well. I had only drawn water twice when the rope slipped...
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Come Back Home

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One of the things I do in my leisure is take a walk on the street o Instagram. Lol. While I was scrolling through the reels, a particular excerpt from Aps. Iren's message caught my attention. Here's the summary: he said "God called every creature forth in their respective habitat by speaking to their source. One reason the creatures can't survive once they're taken away from their source." He further said that: "When man was to be created, God spoke to Himself; meaning man's source is God. The moment you take God out of man's life, He's nothing but a living dead (Adam and Eve can attests to that)." This reminded me of the experience I had sometimes ago. I was having a very tough time which made me conclude that God cannot be trusted. Funny, right? I felt, if truly He's God why did He subject me to hardship and pains. As a result, I decided to journey away from Him like the prodigal son. The foolish decision I've ever m...
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Arise, oh Giant!

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Arise, oh Giant! Earlier this year, I watched a Korean movie titled "2Weeks". I love Korean action, crime, or horror movie. I will give an overview of the movie and what stood out for me. There's a man called Tae-San who became a slave to Moon Il-Seok because he doesn't know his identity neither does he know what he was capable of doing. On two occasions, he was jailed for an offence he knew nothing about. The second time he received a jail sentence, he cut ties with his fiancee who was pregnant at the moment. For a long time, he lived for Moon Il-Seok, he couldn't dare fight for his freedom.  One day, his fiancee met with him. This was because he is the only one who could save their daughter who has leukemia and needs bone marrow transplant. Realizing that he is a match for the daughter he never knew he had became a turning point in his life. Learning that he is the savior gave him a sense of identity and he started to fight for his freedom. It was a ...
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UNFORGIVENESS: A SUBTLE POISON

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  "How can she say that to me in public?" I asked myself in disbelief as I knelt beside my bed, bitting my lower lip in the process. Yes, I just returned from a meeting where I had a conversation with someone I respected. Just as you have imagined, it did not end well. If she had reached out to me, privately, I would have respected her so much. But with this, she has lost the respect I have for her. "No! No! There's no way I'm ever going to allow this slide." I muttered to myself as I fight back the tears gathering in my eyes. Tears? No way! I'm not going to cry over this. Never! But, it hurts! A lot! Nevertheless, I'm not gonna cry. ............................................ Some weeks ago, I had a one on one conversation with someone I so much respect. While conversing, she said something that got to me so badly. The fact that I couldn't respond as I want to makes it more painful. Gradually, I began to hurt as unforgiveness begin t...
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