Cross-genre

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
Nonfiction

Shiny

If a thousand days are like a day to God, I suppose the days we count worthy of celebration are tiny pebbles in his palms. Shiny all the same. So how do I celebrate Father on Fathers’ Day? Is it through the music of the human tongue? Or sparking a Read more…

By ife, ago
Cross-genre

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