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When the Court Doesn’t See You: Day 10, Truth & Exhaustion

My arm hurts from typing. The bone near my elbow is in excruciating pain. Today, I ate leftover cereal — the only thing I could manage. No appetite. Just exhaustion. The kind that sits in your bones and whispers, “What’s the point?” We were back in maintenance court — session number ten. They suggested attaching the house. But now, suddenly, it can’t happen without a court order. So after ten sessions, I’m right back where I started. My daughter asked me how it went. And I stood there, not knowing what to say. Do I protect her by hiding the truth? Or do I risk breaking her with it? I’m afraid to lie — even with good intentions — because at some point, the truth will come up, and I don’t want to be the one who broke her trust. Meanwhile, he lies. Under oath. He paints me as the villain, erasing every act of love, care, and commitment I gave in building our family. Suddenly he has “loans” that don’t appear on any bank statement. Everything about him is staged, orchestrate...
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In the Turbulence

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Dear Mama, I’m listening to a track by Tamela Mann and it’s been in my mind the past couple of days because I miss you. I have questions that you would answer and give me more hope! Now, I find myself wondering about your whereabouts yes, I know where your soul transcended to. The last breath at 18:05 on the 7th of March often takes me to all the spiritual signs about your departure from Earth. After you left, I longed to be where you are. I saw green hills and beautiful mountains; I wanted to go beyond the horizon. I realised I cannot go beyond because it’s not my time. I’m wondering if that day comes, what will I do? I find my tears rolling down my cheeks. Will I ever stop missing you while I try to understand life and live my purpose? I have flashbacks of the 5th of March 2018 your name was called, and I knew that it was time. When I came back, you were cold, frozen. My pain is deep; it’s 7 years and here I am crying out of the blue. Just when I thought there would never be tears ro...
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The last supper

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 Holy Week Reflection: The Cross, the Cup, and the Crown Tomorrow, we remember the Last Supper—an intimate and profound moment where Jesus, fully aware of what lay ahead, chose to gather with His disciples one final time. He broke bread, poured the cup, and washed their feet. And yes—He even washed the feet of Judas Iscariot, the one who had already set betrayal in motion. Imagine that: sitting across from someone who has sold you out for silver… and still choosing to serve them in love. Jesus knew Judas’s heart. He knew the kiss would come. Yet, He knelt and washed his feet. That is the most outrageous act in human terms. Because let’s be honest—if it were us, we’d call it out, confront it, maybe even cause a scene. But Jesus didn’t. He taught us something eternal: love does not change based on betrayal. Grace is not earned. Mercy is not given only when deserved. It is given because it is who He is. The lesson? Simple, yet deeply challenging. As it is written in Romans: “If your e...
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Friendship

Anchored in Love: A Ship That Will Never Sink Introduction: In a world where relationships often come and go like fleeting tides, there are rare moments that remind us of the enduring power of true friendship. This post is a reflection on one such moment—captured not just in a photograph, but in the spirit. This photo speaks volumes about the strength and stability of true friendship—a bond that feels like a sturdy ship weathering even the fiercest storms. While many ships may falter and sink, this one remains steadfast, carrying the weight of love, trust, and unwavering support. It evokes the scripture about Jesus walking on water, reminding us of divine guidance and grace that sustains us through life’s uncertainties. Oletta Adams’ lyrics, “Come and walk with me upon the water,” resonate deeply here. This friendship feels like an invitation to trust, to let go, and to be held by something greater than ourselves. The image captures not just physical support, but emotional and spiritua...
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Love|Hate Thing: How Divorce Taught Me to Choose Myself

There’s a moment when love flips — without warning. One day you’re blooming, the next you’re bleeding from invisible cuts. Divorce didn’t just break me — it taught me the radical art of choosing myself.  When Love Changes There’s a moment when love flips — without warning. One day you’re blooming, the next you’re bleeding from invisible cuts. Divorce didn’t just break me — it taught me the radical art of choosing myself. When this song plays — LoveHate Thing (feat. Sam Dew) — it reminds me how quickly emotions can shift. We are born to love, naturally, and somewhere along the way, we are taught how to hate. I often wonder: how does love that once blossomed so purely, suddenly wilt and die? It fascinates me how real love, even new love, can change along the way in a relationship. I am a loyal person — consistent and steady. That’s why it shocks me when love dips below zero, forcing me to shut my heart completely. At some point, you start to wonder: Should we love with our hearts or...
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