I’ve been single for a minute. You expect it to get better. It doesn’t. Or does it? All the many perks of being accountable- in that way- to only yourself, and it still doesn’t fill the void.
When you now see a couple being couple-y, wahala. Not jealousy or anything…
Or an interview for a remote job. Who no like better thing?
I mean, we all want to be productive. Whether anyone really is being productive or not is not up to this girl to decide, considering that faking it till you’ve made it is still a standard out there…
Hi guys! So, if you are a writer, I’m sure you’ve battled this confusion before; and even if you aren’t a professional writer, you must have written one piece or another in your lifetime.
When I say smaller or bigger words, I’m not talking about the size or length of…
I think God is flawless- I mean I know that he is flawless, but you know what I mean. He is not called the master planner for nothing; he perfects everything, down to the nitty gritty. It’s crazy and mysterious and awesome and thrilling.
I recently asked for a miracle and I kid you not, I’ve literally had a month in which events continued to happen one after another, in perfection, just like pieces of a puzzle falling in place.
It cannot be anybody else, it can’t happen anywhere else, except inside Christ.
Every decision or non-decision is a risk. One risky choice or the other, every single fucken time. How can any body- at least I speak for us humans- know which decision would not blow up in their faces? The Holy Spirit right? Yea, I’ve figured out up to that part. But doesn’t that mean that we can’t act on impulse? like, that we humans are not allowed to make impulsive decisions? to deciiide on impulse? And isn’t that weird? Since we were designed to be impulsive? Or weren’t we?
You know, I don’t have it in me to name things. It’s even worse with children. It’s so bad that I haven’t named any of my godchildren and the oldest one is nearly five. I just call you what everybody decides and leave it at that. Smh. Also, and this might be beside the point, but even my coochie doesn’t have a name yet and it’s not like I haven’t tried or I’m uninterested in christening her…
I can’t even name this post.
It’s still x and o sha!!!
A few days ago, I tweeted, asking you guys who were already talking about valentine’s and valentine’s day gifts if y’all don’t breathe…considering we just shared gifts last month.
I’m not a stingy type sha, don’t come and go and get it twisted 🙄 Anyway, I tweeted that, yet I…
Here I am, seated in my room, alone.
“Are you speaking to me?”, I ask aloud. And almost right after, “Yes, he’s speaking to me”, I continue, certain. Earlier today, I found myself thinking about how there are so many different things/decisions/encounters that we as humans face/come across. How do…