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“Knock, knock.” Who’s there? VALENTINE’S DAY! To some they’d go the extra mile to make their extra special person feel extra special on this day or season. To others, they care less that the world will be painted red and the words “I love you” will be exploited in all manner of ways; shapes and sizes. I sit in the middle of an empty room as I write this short piece-with nothing but soft sheets of moonlight soothing my weary soul. Life can be crazy-the last thing on my mind is to spend an extra dime or time on somebody-all in the name of Valentine’s Day. Did you ever notice it appears in the middle of the month just after you have squandered your first salary of the year? How sad! And if I don’t do something nice for my baby, it’s concluded, I probably don’t love you as much… really? Take a chill pill this valentine’s. Relax. That doesn’t mean you forget that this day exists on our calendar-it means, divert your worldly perspective on the “world-is-painted-red” season and pi...

For every room, there’s a memory And for every memory emerges a story A tale of joy, a tale of pain An account camouflaged with endless tragedy, or one that’s simply plain. A portrayal of delight shared with one or more Or a representation of gloom behind its very door I cannot help but remember, In my forced isolation The image highlighted on those walls On every white wall, were stains… blemish that refuted effort to overlook them They looked repulsive But with a dead conscience, they suddenly felt attractive On the wall with the window Was a little light, that illustrated the curves of my shadow It was my only companion… silent, but true to me, with every tomorrow Behind me, is where it lay But within me, was a seclusion I fight ‘til today To my right, yet another wall I remember it… From it came the torment From it emerged the memory of sounds Sounds that once chocked me to death Echoes that caused me to literally lose my breath I b...

Dark nights Of late seem longer than usual No sleep No slumber, But open sparkling eyes watchful of,  A sky, So exceptional. Out of the ordinary, dark blue sky Vibrant with stars, No moon, Though a comforting panorama So peaceful, so sweet, So gentle the effect Delicately felt from up my head, To the last toes of my feet. It’s a beautiful night indeed, To have, to hold Echo of avowals repeatedly told. A night, To stare into your eyes Watch every aspect of your love unfold. It is a night, To gaze at your beauty as you get your sleep I smile at my view So precious, so dear and all so true It’s the night, the one of many nights, I sit and look up… thanking God for my most precious Gem… Baby, I simply thank God for giving me you.  

It’s never the right time to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes; especially when they are for a long period of time. There’s always the feeling that you’re tearing apart or disconnected from a source that brings life to your everyday living. Nothing is ever the same and having to give last hugs and show affection for the last time to the ones you know and love is disheartening. I had a good life (with all due respect, it pays to be very honest). Life before coming to the mission field was all pure sunshine. I’d bask in the rays of pure happiness. Wake up at the crack of dawn, say my morning prayers and hum noticeably in the shower coz of the glorious day I knew it would be. Whether I had a boring lecture to attend or buddies to meet or simply sit in front of the computer and research on anything captivating… the thing was, I was happy; from the inside out. Then came the demoralizing news one evening… Dad had been transferred to another church. As a pastor’s kid, I probably got used i...