So we often look for a love that will supplement us. Don't! I hope you find a love that complements you. Adores you. Respects you. I hope you grow to realise that only Jesus Christ can supplement us. He will complete us and make us whole. So I hope you find a love that complements you. Complements every bit and part of the imperfect you.
For my little sister Florence. Who was called "Poowo" by our baby brother when he was little. Love you..! <3
I took out a piece of parchment to scribble down the things i wanted to ask you, hoping the angels would bring it to you. I thought perhaps, should i ask why? Why you couldn't hold on to life a little longer because i still can't get over the fact that you are gone. Or maybe to ask if it is really you who appears in my dreams...or am i just overly hallucinating to the point of memory alteration. I should ask what keeps you busy because you mentioned the first time we talked in my dreams that you couldn't visit sooner because you had been busy. I should ask why you can't appear in my dreams everynight. Like the night before my graduation when you came and we took pictures full of glorious technicolour and we were content. I should also ask whether you noticed that i am blue, broken...i lost myself. That I am so afraid of loss that i feel the need to push the ones i love away. To ask whether you noticed that i keep to myself so that i do not burden those around me when i break down with the mere mention of "mum". Or let me just ask for advice. I grew up accepting the concept of broken hearts because somehow humans decided that figuratively the heart is made of glass. But mine isn't. It's made if sand. I lost a grain or two over the years but now...i should ask for advice on how to mend my disseminated heart. For it is scattered into millions of grains. And for some reason time seems to have gone to a stance. The saying that time heals all wounds seems vague to me now. For no matter how much time passes by, this wound isn't healing. Its hard to think about you, but its even harder not to. So after contemplating all these questions, i took out my quil and wrote the one question i was desperate to ask you:
*mother, are you well?
Dens vært et år, og uansett hvor mange sekunder passerer jeg savner deg mer hver dag. Hvil i fred mamma. Jeg elsker deg tusen mye ganger. Til vi ser hverandre igjen.
I remember the way he stood behind me with his hands raised in the air. He shouted along with the crowd as the music played out loud. I can't seem to tell whether it was because he was overtaken in the glorious gospel music, Or whether it was because he stole gazes at me while he did it... But all i know is that in that moment when i caught him stealing, my heart froze. I realised late that from me, he had stolen more than just mere gazes.
50 million heartbeats ago you were my reason to live...we fell in love. We shared our precious moments together. Then you saw me cry for the first time...we lost all hope. Then we let go...we must have given up. 50 million heartbeats ago I saw the world through you. But now, I see it through me. Now we grew up. We let go of that love which choked us. ❤
Along the journey Along the laughs and the tears Along the sleepless nights and restless days Along the fights and the makeups Along the fake smiles and hurtful words Along the reconciliations and comprises Along the backstabbing and heartbreaking Along the hidden phone calls and texts Along the long breaks and short conversations Along the doubted trust and vile behavior Along the alcohol shots and cigar smokes...
If you can stimulate your heart on the right spot, you can convince your brain for the right action. You see, as one acts on feeling the other acts on reason.* ••• The heart is like a fragile piece of glass. One wrong move and it breaks. The brain on the other hand can be used as a punching bag. It is protected by logic. ••• But the brain is to blame for the hearts fickle condition. The sweet whispers of lies that the brain processes are enough to burst the heart with fire. •••
Love that word which leaves me puzzled, mind struck, dizzy Do I tho? Love him? Do I tho? Feel it? Does he make my heart skip like he used? does his voice mesmerize me like before? my mind has the answer, but my heart little thing is confused about this it wants to admit it, but too afraid it wants to cut the rope the rope of love from him to me . . . . . I love him, I love him not!
Sweet child you are a dime you were created out of him for he alone couldn't handle this earth you make it whole
Woman, you fill the earth with life without you this earth would be dead your smile is like the dawn of spring your heart the melodies of heavenly tunes
You were brought up to be submissive that's how loyalty is brought up you were given the gift of forgiveness that's how great queens rule
That bite of the apple, let it not haunt you the snake will remind you everyday just remember who you are and your worth you are the light of the world . . . . . you are queen you are the last piece of the puzzle you complete the world
Imagine a world without women. They sacrifice so much to raise up kings and queens. Respect them.
After carefully considering the eternal rewards of the choices i make today, i have come to the conclusion that i will not spend an eternity in a burning furnace gnashing my teeth, crying, weeping & moaning. So, i refuse you access to my life, i reject you, in fact to me you are an old underwear i have discarded. I cant stand a mere sunny day, how would i survive being barbecued in fire? Nope, i cant, i wont! I would rather die young, faithful to GOD & be happy forever than to live a long sinful life on earth only to suffer even longer. I wont give you the satisfaction of owning my precious soul in hell, nah..never. And FYI, i will take as many souls with me as i can. Deal with that! Done.
Signed, a soul on fire. Child of GOD, the one true king.
You cannot go without noticing her in a room full of strangers she always stands out poised and dignified she wears beauty of the nine lights her body soft like fine silk her heart is that of a child loving and warm she speaks for the voiceless and acts for the weak and vulnerable when you meet her you will notice she wears a scarf of three colors black, red, green the colors of her nation nothing more captivating this duchess the Malawian duchess when you meet her say your hellos I'll answer you back for I am her a young Malawian duchess the first and last of my kind
Malawi is a small but beautiful country. She is peaceful and warm at heart. She is surrounded by vast amounts of water filled with the most delicious fish called Chambo. Her vegetation and landscape is rare and breathtaking. And on top of all that, she is God-fearing. If you ever get the chance, stop by and say your hellos :p she is after all, the warm heart of Africa.
Subconsciously, my heart wanted you it chose you unplanned, it followed you. Subconsciously, my mind drifted away in oblivion it thought of you unknowingly, it was curious about you. Subconsciously, my soul matched with yours it found you unworriedly, it trusted you. Subconsciously, my eyes gazed at you amazed by you untimely, I looked away from you. Subconsciously, I hid from you faded away from you unceremoniously, I disappeared from you.
It tastes as sweet as a good dream, Love. It feels as soft as a baby's skin, Love. Gramps once told me a story, about Love. Two young men fighting, for Love. They skipped the part about pain, for love is self contained. There's happiness, laughter but there's also sadness, pain. when I am grey I will tell the grandkids about Love. The good, and the bad.
They gathered round the oak tree, silently waiting, hearts pounding. The east side wind was screaming, for time was near. The sacrifice of love was never to be understood, like two birds twirling in circles. I will be back... ...I love you His last words echoed, as his soul was sent into an infinite void.