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Thoughts

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Thoughts

Grief can be a very difficult thing, tricky to navigate and overcome. It is also a reality check.

Over the past month, I have wallowed in pain as I try to face what is the new norm of no mom, no dad.

My siblings and I cling now to Grace to help us walk head held high through the next phases of our lives.

One thing I have realized is that time, as it is expected moves on despite your desire for it to pause… stop.

I also know with certainty and conviction that God is still good, even when my heart hurts… my voice shakes, and the tears fall.

Last week, we gave my dad a most befitting and beautiful home going like he would have wanted. We honored his memory with our entirety supported by Grace.

Good friends and families showed up in ways that left me personally embarrassed. I stood in the midst of the overwhelming love, and asked God why he loved on us this heavily through these good people.

Daddy is no doubt proud and as always content that we loved him in life and death.

My confidence over the next chapter, although the one with my dad in it could never be closed, is that daddy lived well, gave his heart to Jesus again and now he is in Heaven’s rest.

I believe the finality is on this side… we will see him again saved, whole, and finally free. We hold on to this comfort. We hold on firmly to this peace.

Throughout the past week there were things I saw and heard that I wanted to share with him like was our usual interaction… I believe Heaven carried them to him for me.

An old neighbor gave the most beautiful testimony about daddy, things we didn’t even know about. Acts of kindness my dad offered and never spoke of.

My siblings and I will miss him painfully, we already do; but the memories and testimonies of his life help to hold on. God’s peace now strong more than ever will help us to uphold his legacy of love, and oneness. We will stand united together by God’s grace.

To all of our relatives distant and close, great friends and loved ones who supported and loved on us during these times; we owe you a great debt that only Grace can repay.

Your every phone call, messages, gifts, and more is duly noted and forever appreciated.

May your every prayer be met with Heaven’s peace as Jesus shows up for your every need. Amen!

May your end be better, sweeter, and far more glorious than your beginning. Amen!

God honor, bless, and lift you up in Jesus name. Amen.

Daddy, such joy to have known you and being your children in life and even now when you are gone. We love you without concern.

Thank you.

4/25/18 12:57pm

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Walk With Us: #bringbackourgirls

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Our voices must echo louder than the bang of their guns
Our words must resonate higher than the boom of their bombs
Our stand must remain unified in the face of their intimidation
The ripple effect of our actions must trigger faster than the chaos they inflict
We must fight against the madness that is fast becoming Nigeria…

Walk with us on 5-10-2014 #bringbackourgirls

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On The South & West Corner Of The Chi

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As a man he stands
Unsure of his destiny
He has seen it too many times…
Three doors down and a distant cousin twice removed
The 3 year old playing ball in the neighborhood park…

Death flows in his (the) air
Violence calls on his kind
They never last past a certain age
Gang hooligans or not

BOOM!!! A calculated stray flies past
No one sees anything
Terror splatters doom in the noon sky

He is a victim of his circumstances
Birthed into the despair of his vicinity
His innocence (ability) will never be known

BB (Bale Cafe)

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I will like to go to a café with you
On a mid-Wednesday morning like this
Sip on hot cocoa creamy smooth and brown as you
Nibble sweetly at bits of marble coffee cakes
Strawberry glaze staining my happy lips pink

 

*I was in the city on Sunday, and saw the name of a cute cafe, Bale Cafe, and this poem was born :)*

Better Than My UGG Boots

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If ever I go do under
I will get me some UGG boots
Deep brown as the skin on my cold feet
For these snowy spring days & chilly June nights

But even I know that those cozy brown boots pale in comparison
To your warm breath on my nape down to my spine straight through
To my once cold feet

This Wait

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The thirst grows with each drop of snow
Bumps like tiny points blanket in & around my inner thighs
And tight hips
Love and lust growing with each chill...

Puffs of thick white air fill the outside scene
And my cold sore lungs rise in anticipation
Ample bosom beating faster than normal

This wait for spring’s blossom and renewal is far past its prime