Urgh! I used to hate praying a lot. It felt like so much work because of the template we grew up with. That sweet sleep between 5 and 6 a.m especially if I slept late then my mum wakes me up abruptly “Alicia!!!! Wake up, it’s time for morning devotion” It became a chore I dreaded. Sometimes, at the sound of her voice I’d quickly kneel beside my bed, lifting up holy hands to make it seem like I’ve praying before she opens my door.
My newborn!!! I’m stoked.
Procrastinated starting for a week for reasons I’m not ready to share but here we are.
What’s Heart Check about?
Read this carefully.. Read it again.. Just read it till it’s imbued in every fibre of your being.
As my eyes struggled to ward of the last traces of sleep, beautiful memories of you began to saturate itself in my thoughts.. There’s nothing I’d say now that hasn’t been said before but who cares?
My brother and I always talk about how King David in the Bible knew how to make God blush proper or as we like to say “David knew how to hold God with Lapazi” (Hausa for cajoling someone ) inform of his mind-blowing letters we popularly know as the book of Psalms in the Bible.
“Dear God, if you help me out of this one, I promise not to do it again”.
This is me trying to retrace my roots. I feel I have staggered in the wrong direction and God has a way of bringing it to my attention, HE sure does love me so much to care. I’m tired of staggering to and fro therefore I’d do my best to stay more conscious this time.
As a child, I kept to myself a lot. I think this was because I enjoyed my company more than that of others. Whenever I had the opportunity to be around my peers, I made the most of it. Everyone just had to feel my presence. If I didn’t leave my “I was here” footprints behind, then I must have been too hungry to care.