poems, short stories, faith.

So I have a confession; When I met you, Your arrival wasn’t greeted by the happy celebration that takes place in my heart. It was met with, A lot of uncertainty A lot of fear. The wrong belief that I might never be enough. And it progressed to, What does she think about me? How does her heart react to me, Does she even see me? And then it progressed to, A mix of joy in my heart and a little bit of uncertainty. But now, My heart gladly rejoices at the thought of you. I’m sorry it took so long to get here, But I’m here, For as long as you’ll have me. I promise that; Your happiness is my happiness; Your laughter is my medicine; Your pain takes a year from me; And your sadness takes two. If you’ll have me, I promise to be a friend, Amidst the mistakes, I promise to keep loving. I promise to have my arms warm and ready for when you need comfort If you’ll have me. For Ene. p.s will you have amala with me?

Life wore me down, My expectation of what it’s supposed to be tore at me My very hope was snatched from my bosoms Everything I am was taken Till I remained, A bag of bones Screaming for help with the last strength. But even that was a faint echo in my head. It took everything, Even the vultures couldn’t feed on me, For i am nothing left. It took the last morsel of strength, for me to remember, I remember who I am. I am Inifolu, Daughter of the creator, Master word crafter. I am Inifolu, The laughter that never ends, The joy that keeps spreading. I am Inifolu The one who loves wholly The one who gives freely The one who is an heir to the kingdom. I am Inifolu Servant of the light I know who I am. Life didn’t drown me, I am the daughter of IAM. And All I am, All I have, All I hope to be, All of it, Is in His hands. So I find my source of strength, deep within the bag of bones, And I continue, Knowing,...