How have you been really?
I have been trying to write in this period and as I was telling a friend, it has been a mixture of laziness, ‘no inspiration’, and second-guessing myself. This post is a compilation of a short story and two poems I wrote for a daily writing challenge I saw online.
Day 1 – Home
“Home is where the heart is”
“Home is where the bra isn’t”
Some quotes on the home I’ve seen
I agree with the scenes
Home is where there’s peace
Home is where love flows, not just gulps or sips
Home is where Abba is
Home is where fear isn’t
Where is home to you?
Day 2: Locked in
“My data has finished”
“I never knew there usually wasn’t any power supply during the day”
“Mummy, I’m hungry”
“Daddy, mummy said there’s no fuel.”
“I’m in a meeting”
“I’m so sorry, my connection is breaking”
“You need to learn a skill”
The many voices of being locked in.
Being locked in isn’t so different from my normal life. Lol.
I’m not a fan of the uncertainty that comes with these times.
I’m coming to terms with taking it one day a time
Upping my prayer and word game in this period
Trusting that Abba knows best
Being locked in has made me understand hope.
Hope that Christ is in me
Hope that brings about assurance
Hope that His word is true
Hope that He is a man of his word
Hope that His promises don’t fail
Being locked in is a story my children will hear
I survived being locked in.
Day 3 – First Kiss
I had prepared for this day since I was younger, – My first kiss. Did I want it in the rain or after a candlelight dinner or when he drops me off at home after our date? (Blame it on the movies)
What would I be wearing? What would he be wearing? Where would it be finally?
Why were these thoughts coming up again right in the middle of my last class in university? I was almost done with university. Dr. Alhaji had as usually deviated from his lecture on international taxation and had started giving ‘life advice’. My notes were filled with doodles and quotes from this lecture turned motivational seminar.
“In this life, expect the unexpected. Anything can what? Hapun!!” Dr. Alhaji said in his typical funny behavior and we all laughed. I miss his classes.
It was a Friday, my final paper at the university. The University. It was surreal. I was going to be done with this phase. Everything about this paper had a bit of finality to it. It was on the last day of the working week and in the last hours of the working day. It was a timed paper. Everyone went in at the same time, no one went out of the hall until the time elapsed and then everyone leaves the hall at the same time.
And there were shouts and jubilation. The hall was thrown in total disarray. The security men in blue came in to drive us out. We happily went out of the hall; better safe than pay for a university property that was destroyed on your last exam day.
My classmates had apparently hired a DJ, drinks began to flow and the area around quickly turned into a mini party. The sun was setting and the exuberance that comes with the darkness became evident around us.
He was beside me through all the celebrations, impromptu photoshoots, and all. We had been dating for about a year now and I was overjoyed to share this moment with him.
I still reminisce on the purple and orange hues in the sky at that moment. Time stood still.
Thinking back, I remember there was a question and I said yes and his lips pressed on mine for the longest time (After everything and we were gisting, apparently it wasn’t the ‘longest time’. Lol.). Everything slowed down (Stop judging! I felt everything slowed down too 🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️). Having TicTacs now take me back in time for just a little while.
“Thank you for being an important part of my life.”
He repeated this on our wedding day.
Thank you for reading up until this point.
Share in the comment section what home means to you, how the lockdown has been in your state/country, and what you think about your first kiss. I would love to read your shugary thoughts.
Wash your hands, stay safe! 🖤🖤🖤