Dear YHWH

Dear YHWH,

I know you're tired of hearing this, but it's different this time...

This time I remember...

I remember what You asked of me. What I promised to do. What You promised in return. How I started. How far I've come. What I lost. How I lost it. How I changed. Why I changed....

I remember the tang of hopelessness; its glutinous substance trailing through my innards as it writhed and wriggled through them like a fat mollusc...

I remember my tears...I remember Your Presence...it was all there was anyway...

I'm grateful for how it all turned out...

And I'm sorry I let go...

I know you're tired of hearing this, but it's different this time...

This time I remember.
 

PS – I cannot end this post without saying a word about two incredible friends I made on blogger, who helped me keep my sanity through a confusing period. Danny, whom I met when he came to Lagos and will be sure to stick with for a VERY long time. And Buttercup, my very best girl.

There was also Rita, though still a distant acquaintance wrote me two of the best emails I have ever received.

And Caramel....whom I owe a lot of apologies...

PPS - I have recently made another acquaintance whom I shall refrain from mentioning just to be mischievous :D Peakaboo...I seeeeee you