Jonathans.

My laughter. That’s one of my favorite ways of expressing myself. It’s not the same laugh for every situation or joke. It can be sarcastic, cheeky, joyful, surprised. It’s laughter. She makes me laugh. A lot. She and I do life together and we are often in laughter tears. We’re a four hour train; a…

Naanyu’s babies.

My Mom does this “fun” thing where, after everyone has served food and there’s some left in the pot; she goes round spooning it into everyone’s plate. We all know she is going to do it but we never fail to protest. It’s like a dinnertime tradition. Amongst other odd traditions is my younger sister’s…

Same brown eyes.

That moment of pure joy when You see a friend succeeding; winning at something they have been so passionate about. And even if you’ve not been in contact or hung out for years and you don’t know who they have become since you spent weekends Skyping and afternoons learning chords. And even when your heart…

Is this thing on?

The world is going to muck. There are less and less good things and the good people are getting consumed by society’s falsehoods. There is no barren wasteland out there. We ourselves are laying waste to the earth. More death. More sin. More heartbreak and in the midst of all of this is a generation…

Waist-trainers.

They always marvelled at how small I was. How skinny. How slim my waist. How sharp my cheekbones. How pretty my eyes were. These were the conversation starters when people walked up to my parents. How tall and beautiful your daughter is. So lovely. So elegant. Giraffe neck. Shy eyes and a heart made for service. When…

Oceans

I thought I wanted to have a conversation with my God. His love to me was something I burned to behold. Having barely been the object of it; I wanted to taste the famed love of a father. I sat with my legs crossed; He asked me how long I was going to treat His…

Père.

I finally heard God call me His. He said He is my Father. Coming from a place where I have never had one of these; an all powerful Father is the best of things. -FlatA04 Sleepy eyes and Devotions.

In ten years.

Caramel. He said I smell like something sweet and silky. He said he loves the brown polish on my fingernails and how he knows it’s chipped at the edges because of all the hours I spend pounding away at my keyboard. He says that he loves the way my eyes are always lit up; like I…

Little things I like.

I fall in love with almost every blog I visit. The colorful dashboards filled with ideas from your minds and posts that made your hearts smile. I fall in love with the gifs and poetry and the quotes and pictures and, oh, the illustrations! The beautiful sketches and doodles. I thank God and every one…

Privilege.

This is why I study: so that the helplessness I feel now, I never feel again. I use it to fuel myself, equip and metamorphose. When I am fully able; I’ll raise hell. I’ll flip norms, shatter taboo and wreak all the havoc until change rains down from the heavens or shoots up from the…

Bas.

Allow me to yell at myself for a couple mins. Mkay. Hey You! What the hell are you doing? Are those tears in your eyes and discouragement in your posture? Are you weary already and is your hope flickering? Is God not alive in you and the Spirit not working? Has love not been revealed…

Kuingia box[es].

I don’t think I have ever been anyone’s type fully. My first and last boyfriend felt the brunt of his decision to pursue me when he realised that I preferred to lie down and dream; or be sat down reading. His efforts to touch the parts of me that would cause all of me to…