She Chooses to be Possessed by Kindness

She Chooses to be Possessed by Kindness

She does not tell stories of other people by using broken language that prostates their dignity. She refrains from recycling other people’s words as descriptions. When those words burn like Hiroshima’s through the landscape of the soul and its traumas. And leave us...
My Truth

My Truth

My truth is part of my talent, so I asked why have I swallowed my story? isn’t that like swallowing gold ? I arrive wearing half my story. Stuffed my words into my pockets, crumpled up and swallowed my history, smeared beautifying paste upon my complexion so I do not...
Where our Words Roost and Land

Where our Words Roost and Land

I give my voice to God. Not to others, that they may strangle it, or keep it as a canary in a golden cage, green and lovely and tame. So that it never learns to fly, beyond imaginations, that it has brown string wrapped around its feet. Tethered to its culture....
Jacob’s wrestle with God

Jacob’s wrestle with God

When Jacob wrestled with God to be blessed, he contorted into every imaginable position of strain, opposition and disgrace. His sinews loosened and tightened, he sweated, he grunted, he exclaimed, he gritted his teeth, he bore the weight of God on his body, hellbent...

The Disciples’ Manifesto

I choose to be of the Kingdom of God not the kingdom of this world. I elect to showcase Christ’s power, his supreme worldview, his sovereign paradigm: I choose to lace my tongue with his language, to fill my mind and my mouth with his ideas , to acknowledge that his...