I am going to get 6 ones and whatever physics gives me in these CAPE exams. THIS IS GOING TO BE DONE.
Tuesday 19 February 2013
Sunday 17 February 2013
Remembering
For months, something kept reminding me to keep forgetting how lovely it was to waltz with God. Tonight, somehow, I didn't remember to forget that answers and a
wealth of Sundays are safely set in God. Tonight I remembered that God is a
poet. Tonight I remembered that I am Catholic and that there is an imperative
truth that I’m still yet to find and live and be baptized in. Tonight I remembered
that I am not God. I am not God. I am not God. Tonight I remembered how much faith my Grandfather had in me. Tonight i remembered my grandfather.
Sitting alone on a Sunday night listening to all it’s well
kept secrets my chiffrobe fell apart.There were bottles of vodka, Hennessy and afflictions falling everywhere. There were tears falling everywhere. Sitting in a river of tears I learnt about baptism. Sunday, there is something so sacred and holy about you. There is something so raw and truthful about the way the strength of your silence doesn't hesitate to say " Kerry-Ann you beg too much! You fuck shit up too much!". As I sat alone, on the cold cream tiles bare and lost with
all my broken pieces scattered before me I remembered how to heave afflictions up, stare them in the face and come to terms with reality.
This Sunday I sat, broken pieces before me sprinkled with salty tears, I sat there
and learnt all about how minimum my growth has been. I realized that something in the soles of my feet insist on dancing backwards and my clumsy heart keeps forgetting how to love and has become far too familiar with hate. Tonight Sunday told me that the struggle is real and that there is nothing comical about it.
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