I’m not judging you.
I have always been odd. Weird. When I was younger, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a time when it was extremely cool to fit in. I have had an overwhelming desire to be more than just the mould that society had cast for me even before I was born. My life was set in stone but I wanted that stone to be one I could write on my own story. A stone I could chisel and create something different than what was expected of me.
This week marks a year since my baby sister went to be with the Lord.
This one is about me… In 1998, Jackie Chan’s Who am I? was released. In it, Jackie Chan’s character loses his memory in an accident in the jungles of Africa (because why not). When he wakes up, he is asked by the locals what his name is and because he doesn’t know who he is he asks back, “who am I?” The locals start to call him Who am I? (Pronounced Uwema)
It’s never easy to lay yourself bare for the public to judge and one who does so is very brave. I know one such person. A brave, beautiful soul called Angel Elga Achwanyo. And this is her ministry. And I thank her and applaud her for sharing her story with the world. I hope and pray that Angel Elga’s story may help change the life of someone out there in a similar situation.
Dear Future Mable Forty years from now, I get to be you. And that’s exciting as it is scary. This letter is born out of this fear/excitement.
The Bible is one of the oldest books on earth and through the centuries, it has undergone a number of changes, from Greek to Old English to Modern English and I’m waiting for it to be translated to slang. The one thing that has remained though, are all the characters that are flawed and wonderfully human.
Larry….Larry……Larry!!!! Crazy Larry! Have you ever asked yourself what meditation really means. Well Larry answers the question; what is mediation?
Dear Alex, Its been a while since we last spoke. Three years to be exact. I still remember the last conversation as clearly as if it were just yesterday. You called me to find out if my birthday was in August. It isn’t. However, I wish everyday that I had said that it was. And not just for the red velvet cake you would have bought me but also for the chance to see you one more time.