But yet here we are.

Nowadays I find myself writing for my future self. Like the woman who won’t be in the place I’m in right now. Or these days. Who’ll have made it. And when I think of her, I assume that the ailments that ail me now, won’t be her concern. I know life always has gracious and

The stars always shine

A sister died last week. Not my sister like that. A lady who used to play the keyboard during our bible study. I don’t remember her. But I can feel the impact of her death in our bible study. We had a moment of silence for her. The way they do in televisions when someone