The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the… Continue reading Love After Love
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The Sum of All Parts
“You will always be too much of something for someone. Too big, too small, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge. Apologise for mistakes. Apologise for unintentionally hurting someone – profusely. But NEVER apologise for being who you are.” - Unknown I’ve messed up my blogging… Continue reading The Sum of All Parts
If You Let Me
In the stillness of the night. In that moment when lonely orphans star-gaze and dream of what could have been, would have been, should have been memories formed yesterday, today or tomorrow of parents and loved ones silent smiles, warm embraces and quiet whispers of “I love you”, chasing the monsters away. In the moments… Continue reading If You Let Me
How To Die of a Broken Heart
Some women are half empty vessels, allowing any man to dilute and fill them. Unaware that they can never be safe in his unsteady palms. He will spill you both. ©Assumpta Ozua 2016 Last night I watched How To Die of a Broken Heart by Femi Martin. Ever since Femi mentioned this project on Facebook about… Continue reading How To Die of a Broken Heart
For The Love of Language
On Things That I Know to Be True: When I was four years old; complete with snow white knee high socks and imaginary dwarf-friends in tow, I wanted to be a doctor. Already aware of the sickness in the world and a bourgeoning puzzle-meister I really wanted to fix things seek smiles that had been… Continue reading For The Love of Language
When The Dust Settles: Thailand
Who will finish your jigsaw heart when he leaves, taking pieces with him? Who told you to play with unbeatable men? Men who let you love loneliness out of them gifting it back to you wondering why you return half full. He is a desert you, the oasis desperate to hydrate and keep the hope… Continue reading When The Dust Settles: Thailand
Trunkwell Mansion House, Reading
[Side Note: Picture heavy post] In my previous post, (click here if you missed it), I shared a high school friend’s traditional Nigerian wedding with you all. This post is about her white wedding held at Trunkwell Mansion House in Reading as the title of this post suggests. Having been to well over 20 weddings… Continue reading Trunkwell Mansion House, Reading
Father’s Day
Wishing my heartbeat a Happy Father's Day! Oh how I love him... Unconditional My father, resident here on earth, principled is thy name. When adversary comes, you have never run Of your goodness I will always proclaim. Before inaudible mutiny, curiosity and boys kidnapped me from the fortress of your hugs – Saturday… Continue reading Father’s Day
A Message For my Mother
Today is Mothering Sunday in the UK and while I appreciate my mum every day, I decided to dedicate this post to her. She is a phenomenal woman. I admire all that she has achieved in life and I am so proud to call her mine. She's amazing - no hyperbole, and I'm not the… Continue reading A Message For my Mother