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A Hungry River

It doesn’t always have to make sense.  Don’t accept the darkness. Don’t drown in it. It’s a big lie if you think there aren’t people standing for me. Stop feeling so pressured. Stop staying at the edge.  I am a God of love but I still hold fire. I watch. Read more…

By ife, ago
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A riddle for the ashy sky

Sometimes the body stops believing itself, chews away its skin with venomous thoughts. A miracle God begs you to stop performing. – Wine, Theresa Lola. Years teach you how a Saviour isn’t a man but someone, anyone, who wears crosses on the back, not the tongue. You knew crosses early Read more…

By ife, ago
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Love is Light and Blood

Some pieces escape the mind and become a body – they grow their eyes and ears and mouths and a heartbeat – a song that does not die – an undefined breath. This is one of them. On a night coloured with no stars, love is light and blood. Because Read more…

By ife, ago
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God’s Storyline

Listen. There are stories that glisten. Stories like the ones stinging my eyelids – you would never see them until I pull them off with my fingers, until I grip my pen. Stories stitched to my tongue, stories you would never hear of if I do not break the walls Read more…

By ife, ago