When I’m irrationally kind and generous, patient and understanding. …When you see me like that, I’m definitely high on grace.
The last puppy we brought home turned out to be quite disappointing. And then she grew up, had a litter of puppies, and after shipping 3 off to willing recipients, the remaining puppy turned out to be even more disappointing than its mother. The mother, you see, barks for only two reasons. First, when weContinue reading “Fear Looks Like a Puppy”
So I don’t often have charge of the TV and I also don’t have NETFLIX (whoa! I know, I know. What a boring life, how on earth do I survive ) I just might tell you all about it some other time. But for now, the TV does very well, thank you for your concern. …One of those few shows that I generally call my show is 90 Day Fiancé and one of my favourite spin offs so far is Before the 90 Days.
Here I am wishing you Merry Christmas when it’s almost New Year. I’ve never been really good at synchronizing real life with social media. Especially when real life consists of jollof rice, spicy plantains,
No, don’t get upset at the title. I’m not about to give a list of what you should or should not do to become that domestic species for someone’s son. Actually, and here’s a fun fact, every time wife is mentioned in the old testament, it’s actually not “wife”.
… the conversation moved away from cake and I mentioned that I needed to get a new phone because I couldn’t download all the apps I wanted. The internal memory of the phone was just 16G. My brother exclaimed, “Oh no! That’s too limiting!” I agreed. I seriously needed to upgrade. And the most annoying part, I had to start deleting pictures that I loved. Has that ever happened to you?
In the social media and influencer world, it’s easy to want a certain sort of life that everyone else seems to have. But that’s when you’ve got to believe that you are exactly who God wants you to be. Your experiences may not even be the best but they are working out for best.
This week I finally decided to go get myself a Ghana card. I have been putting off getting this card which will identify me as Ghanaian because as almost all things Government of Ghana, this one was no different. It was shrouded in hiccups, politics, and Covid-19. Add the long queues and it was a recipe for me to stay far far away.
… in every heart is a daddy-shaped hole.
At what point does “heaven” help those who help themselves? What about the helpless?