It was a year ago. We walked out of the house together and stood by the car. Something wasn't right and we both could see it. The windscreen was covered in ice and I knew we wouldn't get far without cleaning it. We had already been through so much together and our exit from the [...]
. . . I knew I couldn't go through with it.
"Why do bad things happen to good people?" If you've never heard this question before, then I believe you have been living on a completely different planet from the rest of us. Anytime there is an accident or disaster that causes pain in one form or the other, that question is thrown about like pebbles [...]
Dan Brown: "God can't survive science" . . . and I do agree.
Written by my mum . . .
I found myself singing this song over and over since I got out of bed this morning, so I took out the time to look at the lyrics and it shook me; the chorus, especially.
This is a letter to the girl I used to be . . .
Now how many men of influence don't surround themselves with so much bureaucracy that it's easy to have a human earthly contact with them?
We have made vows that we have not kept, now we reap the consequences of our actions.
When I started this blog, I knew that only two thing really mattered
When I think about Africa, my heart bleeds out from all the holes punctured by my thoughts. It's as though it wears a curse as a cloak, dancing around the fires of ineptitude and mediocrity, to the beat of the drums that the rest of the world is playing.
Where else can I be vulnerable? Where else will I let my hair down? Where else would I never be ashamed of my weaknesses, except in the company of friends?
But one day, this woman looked me in both eyes and said: "You and your brothers are the reason I'm still here". Heart. Stop. I think I felt guilty. But then I didn't understand. My guilt should have been gratitude instead.
Have you ever met someone, and from the first moment you did, you felt like you've known the person all your life?