
The Mental Toll of Relocation: A Child’s Struggle and Emotional Impact
“My young son shat on himself because someone was in the toilet and he could no longer hold it in” I quipped in a low
“My young son shat on himself because someone was in the toilet and he could no longer hold it in” I quipped in a low
I shuffled wearily into the hall and sat on the first sofa by the door. Camp was taking its toll on me. The seat closest
…..missed Part 1? here getting stronger” his plaintive tone cut into me At some point in the conversation; Ruth stood up to get more coffees
The man who sat across from me stood up and nodded his goodbye. Ruth, the woman beside me, went back into her book. Earlier when
Did you miss Part 1? Here. ……that God left us examples of people who cried out as they struggled; ElijahJonahJeremiah “All these men despaired
Public Relations = the stealth art of making something/someone appear presentably acceptable to the eyes of others. [amara nnaji 2024] It was the evening of
“The way coffee is consumed here is the same way we take soft drinks back home” I pointed to a Coffee Shop as we walked
This is a post from my Facebook archives. I shared it with my social media family during the summer of 2017. I am resharing
He picked me up from home and as we drove off I heard the male presenter on the radio talking about Society and Safety Net.
You can click here if you missed part one…….. and if they were active in church, temporarily relieved of any duties until they served out the
I woke up and a memory from years ago assailed my mind. It was a conversation about spiritual sicknesses and how they are like boils
“How were you invited to the party and your brother was not?” I prodded as we cycled around the Park. “I don’t know” “But aren’t you
“Do not tell me. I don’t want to hear it again”. I groaned as anger-spiced tears sprang. By now, I had uncurled from the Baby pose
The Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi celebrates the transience and imperfection of life. It sees beauty where we see ugliness. Detour where we see a cul-de-sac.
As I stood there with the flower vase staring at him angrily while he argued, conflicting thoughts crisscrossed through my mindfield. “Think before