A peaceful protest for change turned into a bloodbath.To fill the tub of disgrace owned by a man who has no remorse.They say he's been a bad boy.But that's an understatement.When the Devil has the President in his pocket,What words can describe his (in)actions?We pray for hope, we pray for peace, we pray for salvation.But … Continue reading The Devil’s Pocket (#EndSARS)
My smiles widen when he's around. He stretches my lips like elastic. He pulls at my cheeks like clay. My tears dry when he's around. He soaks them up like a dry towel. He lets them run dry like the Sahara. Pain ceases when he's around. He evaporates them like a cloud. He chases them … Continue reading When He’s Around
I've always been good at adapting to new situations, and often times, new people. So it wasn't too surprising when I got to Nigeria that I instantly felt at home. No, not because my husband's family was beautifully welcoming. Nor was it the fact that I had actually known my in-laws for several years before … Continue reading Life in Nigeria (Prologue)
Things have been crazy to say the least. We are now officially married as of December, and it has not been easy. People tell you that all of the time, don't they? That marriage isn't easy. That you do so much learning and growing. Oh, but you do a WHOLE LOTTA failing too. You fail … Continue reading New Life
Wow has it been a while. My life has taken one crazy turn after another and it's been an insane roller coaster. To those of you still riding with us, we want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We can't express the love and gratitude we feel for those who've stayed tuned … Continue reading Genesis Part 2
So we are in full swing, baby!!!! Woooo!!!! Yes, September is right around the corner which means in less than 4 months, I will be seeing the love of my life for the first time in my life. I know how insane that sentence sounds, but the truth is the truth. I've fallen in love … Continue reading Another Step
So much time has passed since my last post and even then, my posting was sporatic. Why? Well A LOT has been happening. As you all well know, the whole point of this blog was to paint the picture of my relationship with Saint. To chronicle the journey that we decided to take as an … Continue reading From Rose & Saint…
His name is written loudly on my chest. Mere words can't describe us. They don't do him justice. This is a beauty indescribable. A love that is remarkable. Perfectly imperfect, it is mine. He belongs to me as I belong to him. No fear just passion. No fight just strength. And I don't care what … Continue reading Mine
Given the opportunity to love, I take it. Given the chance to be loved, I take it. Given the blessing to know, I feel it. Given the gift to see, I know it. This is beautiful and I no longer fear the unknown that awaits. To live in each moment with a sword and a … Continue reading God and a Saint
Damn, I can't get enough. The way he stares at me. His gaze burrows into my soul and sets me ablaze. Damn, I can't get enough. The way he smiles when I laugh like hearing it makes his day. Damn, I can't get enough. The way he stops me from talking in mid-sentence to tell … Continue reading Can’t Get Enough
