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Photography by KilographyKE I have had a couple of conversations over the past few weeks that are the backdrop of what I’m sharing today. If you have been keen of late there seems to be a war waged between the real and the ideal. It is from this war that adversary is birthed and continuous judgement continues in the courts of hearts, deliberated by the mind. With everyday that goes by, there is effort exerted to mend the relationship between the real and the ideal with the testimony of the truth. But none wants to give up the fight. The real and the ideal both want to win. The demand for perfection has become high, now more than ever. To show authenticity or exude vulnerability is almost unacceptable in a world that thrives on toughening up. But at the root of all this is the entitlement many have embraced over humanity. Don't get me wrong, there are instances where instinct automatically has us make positive judgments. However, I believe we are all guilty of having o...

  Photography by: @kilographyke I read an interesting quote a while back that stated this; “In 6 months time, you can either be in the same place or a better place. Focus everyday on improving your health, wealth and happiness. It will take time, but you can make it happen.” As I pondered over the month that has gone by, I decided to do a kind of check-in with myself. Check- ins for me are important, to clarify patterns, habits and behaviors that have either improved and are reflecting a better ‘me’, or have changed and thus exhibited a version of me that has minimal growth. Honestly I can go about thumping my chest about how good I am… but that is not the case today. I think what we perceive as good is humanly relative. But what God says is good, whether or not we accept it as so, is true. There is something many of us including myself use as a tool to try and make us feel a sense of relief. The statement, “I’m not perfect.” Sometimes though, we misuse it as a weap...

It feels good to be free! Free in the sense that whatever it was that was holding me back no longer has its hold on me. But my freedom has come with a sense of loss too. The kind of loss that I am not used to. You see losing is not really the issue, but being patient enough to wait on God for what He sees fit for me is the hardest bit. That includes purpose, godly company & ordained assignments. At this point in life, every decision is a destiny decision and so I cannot afford to take things lightly. Also how do you suddenly become bold when all you have ever known and mastered is living afraid? I figured, like a muscle, you exercise boldness. You keep working at it until it becomes less of a struggle and more of a lifestyle. I started regaining my life to heal in anonymity. A few close friends were aware of my journey and kept a loving distance to allow my wounds some breathing space. After coming from a war between who I used to be and who I really am, I needed nothin...

I am a masterpiece A compilation of shattered pieces; And whose chaos is defined as beauty. I am a masterpiece, But like every other work of art, I am a piece of work. Beyond the pretty face, is the woman I aspire to be, Once a pretty girl, now a pretty lady, but still an unfinished art. There is a stroke of flaws to paint, tracks of tears to smear, An array of scars to hang, and a buffet of wisdom to share. I am still, a masterpiece, Admittedly, in need of consistent mastery of peace. I am the fine china that took time to be molded, The diamond that withstood flames for refinement Glare at my glory on your shelf, Let me effortlessly dangle from your neck, Know this nevertheless, If handled chaotically, It is easy to break If worn haphazardly, I slide off and sadly branded “fake”, With no one anymore to call me their own. I am a masterpiece Encrypted on the palm of a master potter, Edited frequently, De-cluttered ruthlessly,...