“We’ll keep on falling down unless we fall in Love,” I tell him while it rains cats and dogs outside. (We’re in our room watching ‘The Hobbit’)
He (the young, fly, saved Christian) responds with laughter from the core of his being. His laughter is a mixture of water-walking faith and crippling fear that shakes the bed we’re laying on to its joints.
I’m guessing you became ‘born again’ at that Christian conference held at the stadium when that band your Christian friends stalk on Youtube was singing ‘I Surrender All’ (or was it ‘Oceans’?)
You walked to the front, bowed your head, mumbled after the preacher and walked back to your seat a changed person. You got home, cleared out your porn stash, flushed your weed and read two chapters of the bible. That night you dreamed of angels and heaven.
Tears fell from her eyes with the ease of autumn leaves.
In the deathly silence, I could hear her 16 year old heart fracturing and the voice of The Script moaning in my head…
When hearts break, they don’t break even…
“I never believed it would come to this,” she said clutching a tear soaked handkerchief to her chest. “I knew they argued a lot but I thought things were fine when they started hanging out together again. Just when I thought things were fine, they announced the divorce.”
I should have written to you long before now.
I apologise for having not.
Blame it on my being self-absorbed and distracted.
I’m here now.
Asake, I heard you’re still there.
I heard you haven’t left.
I heard you said you’re still waiting…
Asake, isn’t it apparent he’s gone and probably not returning?
If you cannot explain a concept to a six year-old, you really don’t understand it.
– Albert Einstein (rephrased)
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It was raining pretty heavily outside. On rainy days, I usually do one of these two things; I pray, or listen to music.
The pitter-patter sound on the roof prevents my voice from being heard so I can sing or pray with reckless abandon.
On this day, my phone and iPod were dead so I was left with the option of praying. Barely five minutes after I began mumbling incomprehensible spiritual jargon, I heard a knock on my door. Normally, I would’ve ignored whoever was at the door but today didn’t feel normal. I broke the beautiful communion I was having with the Father to answer the ‘knocker’.
“Who is that?”
Since I was tired of telling my little brother Fela to state his name instead of saying ‘me’, I asked him to come in.