Adventure. Writing. Impact
My name is Amara (she/her). I am an outdoorsy soul and from as far back as I can recall, writing has been my primary mode of expression. That was until I got Chemo brain during Cancer treatment. Going through that stage made me start blogging again.
In a dim prison cell, an old man races against time to finish a letter that could save a young man’s life. Between ink, prayer, and the weight of unfinished work, he discovers again the grace that holds him fast.
The guard sat up bolt right as the first knock sounded at the gate. He wasn’t sure he heard well or the wind playing a trick Then a second knock. This time a bit more assured. Determined. The first guard caught the eyes of the second one as their eyes asked the same question; “Who could be knocking at such an ungoldy hour on a harsh winter’ night with the streets slippery with snow and ice? “Who is there?”. The watchman whispered through the peephole. Both men had drawn their swords “It’s I, Oníṣe” the once-familiar voice curled through the mist “Oníṣe?”. Which Oníṣe?. The guard enquired as his befuddled brain spat out the word – impossible “The same Oníṣe. G’adi, open the gate please, I am freezing” Onise at the gate Gate opened, both sentries stared at him incomprehensibly.
Many of us want God to fight our battles, but we don’t want to take the first step. We crave divine intervention without personal participation. Yet Scripture keeps whispering (and sometimes shouting) a different truth: God fights for us, but He rarely fights without us. 1. Setting the Scene: A Battle Bigger Than the Kings of Judah and Israel King Jehoshaphat is one of my favourite biblical kings. If you overlook his questionable “collabos” — alliances that nearly cost him his life — you’ll find a man with a steady head and a sincere heart. (If you’re curious about those alliances, check out his near‑fatal partnership with King Ahab in 1 Kings 22, and his later entanglement with King Ahaziah in 2 Chronicles 20:35–37.) But the story that grips me most is in 2 Chronicles 20. Jehoshaphat was minding his
What else is there to read about Joseph, right? Wrong. Come with me. Joseph as prime minister is only the ending of the story. What about the beginning? From Favoured Son to Slave: The Day Joseph Lost Everything Joseph’s story is often told as a tale of triumph – the slave boy who became a ruler in the most powerful country. But before the palace came a neck-breaking fall so swift and deep it stripped him of privilege, identity, and certainty in a single day. There he was one minute, swaggering about in his bespoke leather jacket…whistling a tune as he carried lunch to his brothers in the field…..and next minute he was in chains as a slave heading to a strange land Even for those of us who relocated willingly as adults, it was a scary and daunting journey.
African print fabric and a dead man I was in that hospital room when my comatose father morphed. I had brought his change of clothes in preparation for the trip to relocate him to the village, but the guy took a unilateral vote against that trip. When the hospital requested salt and wrapper, I went home to get the items. “This man has transitioned before I am able to take care of him”. I pondered as I walked along the streets. “What else can I do for him now?” As I got home, the crowd had gathered around my mother. How was I going to ask her for wrapper? I brought down my suitcase and took out a new exquisite purple wrapper – one of my kayan lefe [Hausa for bridal ware] the items I were putting together to take
At the Portsmouth Historic Dockyard, visitors are presented with a myriad of historical treasures to explore. Among the 9 captivating history troves available, the Royal Navy museum holds a remarkable artifact from ancient times – an Ivory tusk obtained from the #BeninKingdom of Nigeria. The Ivory tusk showing cultural carvings on it Origins and Early Development The Bini Kingdom was founded by the Edo people, who originally lived under the rule of the Ogiso dynasty. Ruled by monarchs known as Oba, who held centralized authority, supported by a council of chiefs and guilds, including the Igbesanmwan ivory carvers and bronze casters. The capital city, Benin flourished as a center of civilisation becoming a hub of trade, diplomacy, and artistry which engaged with Portuguese traders from the 15th century onward. This cultural richness attracted the interest of the British who paid
What is the Windrush generation, you are tempted to ask? Well, do you recall this statue at the #londonwaterloo station? Ever paused to read what it is about? Relax, let me help you out today with a bit of black history. Origins of the Empire Windrush Stay with me, let’s pause in front of this monument and talk about the #windrushgeneration. After #WWII, the Great Britain needed help to rebuild. Almost every sector of the economy needed help, transport, the nascent health service (NHS) and what have you. Therefore, the government reached out to one of its commonwealths (West Indies) and made them an offer; “Guys, see we are short of manpower here and really struggling. Come help us revive our economy and in turn, we would take care of you. Automatic citizenship with the right to live, work et
15 hours ago, we flew out of Haiti, and here we are, taxing down at the Kigali International Airport in Rwanda.
Dear Diary, My neighbour died today. Alright, not this one downstairs who gave me the bike. A neighbour across the street. Yes, that first house in the street, the white one. No, not all the houses in this street are white. I do not know yet if it is the him or her. The funeral home had the body covered when they exited the house and placed him/her in the van. Yes, I feel awful. This is the first dead body I have seen in ….I cannot recall seeing a dead body in the last decade. So, yes, this has shaken me badly. Yes, I recall attending Da Titi’s final rites in the village in 2018 and also Justice Oputa’s. But I never saw their bodies. And to think that another neighbour across from me, died late last year. I
What does community mean to you? Where can you find people who vibe with you, especially in a foreign land? Read this post I shared about an experience. I am sharing with you, a free link to this story on Medium. https://medium.com/spoon-sizzle/how-a-carer-brought-a-slice-of-home-to-me-9539854274ea?sk=7b6f4319785f54e681b987ee9fc0ee25
The Dialogue: “If you had won, you would have been writing a How-I-Won post. But now, you are just going to pretend it didn’t happen? “What is there to say? That I foolishly lost money after going against my beliefs?” “If you had won, would you have kept quiet? “Yeah. But I lost. So what is there to talk about? “The lessons learnt. You still think there is no learning from there?” And with my toothbrush still in mouth, I briefly stepped out of the bathroom, went into the bin to pick up the papers I had tossed in earlier. If you are probably wondering who I was in a dialogue with? It was my head. Better believe it when writers tell you inspiration hits most while they are stuck in the bathroom. The Main Story: Saturday, June 21 was
The rainbow holds a deep meaning—from God’s covenant in Genesis to its presence in Pride Month. Come with me as we…..
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