Honestly, I am still not sure if blessing time is what I’m hearing.
If “blessing time” is the response to “offering time”, then how can “blessing time” also be the response to “testimony time”?
It is weird what my brain chooses to remember, and when. It is so bad, that it is disgraceful.
I’m talking disgraceful on a facepalm level. Like, “let this ground open up and swallow me” level of disgraceful.
For a better part of my life, if you ask me what the meaning of love is, I had no answer. This is despite the fact that I have been taught all my life to love my neighbor as myself.
It is like everyone was too busy teaching me who to love, that no one remembered to teach me what it means to love.
Just as you need to be kind to others, forgive their past, and help them heal from childhood traumas, you need to do the same for yourself first.
It is after you have found the strength to pull yourself out of your past, then you can welcome others into your wholesome present.
Truth is there was no fighting Happiness and her power. She was the absolute power in our case and we were all at her mercy.
This is the story of me and Ruth. Not Ruth Abokoku, but Ruth the class captain.
I can’t overstate this, MB is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, Ruth comes a close second. If MB is Dark and Lovely, then Ruth is Dark and Shining.
As we stood up from the bench, she opened her arms to give me a hug. “Robotically”, I walked forward to hug her.
Tinu gave me a side hug. Looking back now, it seems like that hug sealed my seat in the Brother-Zone. At least, it was better than the hug I got (or didn’t get) on the first day of the school year.
As I saw Tinu step into the class, I cannot describe the feeling that came over me. It was like a jar of butterflies was opened up in my tummy.
We were best of friends for the most part of the school day, until Tinu got in the mood to “torment” Hezekiah.
Once again, it seemed the party and come to a halt and everyone was staring at our awkward reunion.
“Hi” she finally whispered.
But then, ice cream is the smallest price to pay to see MB again. She is worth a thousand, even a million ice creams. I just can’t wait.
When do we humans first become aware of ourselves? When do we take note of our environment? When is the first time we recognize others? At what age do we start having friends? When do we first fall in love?