I am surprised by the ways I have chosen to soothe the ache in my soul. Surprised to find that I have brought home with me and I am daily burrowing deeper in the comfort and safety of it like a tortoise in its shell.
Read MoreA few months ago, T.E. came by on a Sunday afternoon and when her eyes fell on a vase of fresh flowers, she said, “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand flowers as a gift.
Read MoreI said to a friend that when I ask God for stuff, He just gives me work to do. It’s been a time of being stretched. Of being pruned. Of growth.
Read MoreOur first apartment sat on the cross of Onipan and Ilupeju. We were wide-eyed pretend-adults struggling to have money left at the end of the month.
Read MoreI usually start each TinyLetter by pooling random notes and half-formed thoughts to find the common thread in my thoughts over a recent period.
Read MoreLove does not die calmly, even when it dies quietly. It is a storm that leaves someone asking whys and your heart skipping.
Read MoreIt is easier to lead people down the path of their own happiness than to explain the questions I have not even answered to myself. Don’t give me sorrow.
Read MoreA few weeks ago, E asked, "Why does fun stop for grown ups?” I did not know what to answer. I still don’t know, but I think I’m relearning what it means to have fun.
Read MoreI forgot to push my body forward or relax, and so I sank, bending knees in search for floor, hands flailing in panic that he would be distracted and I would drown.
Read More“Short stories set in Nigeria,” I answer, because I can’t explain that it is hard to trace the root of brokenness, yet my mind won’t stop time traveling.
Read MoreI started to see myself in the Bible, much like how I often saw the poetry of some women reflect me. It was no longer about external interpretations.
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