The Latest on Elyon's Paradise

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Finding God

1. ask and it shall be given unto you, seek and ye shall find, knock and the door will be open 2. the tomb which was sealed with a stone, laid open, why do you search for the lord here, in dead places, he is not in your body 3....

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Split Seas and Drowned Fears: ‘No Longer a Slave’ Paints a Most Powerful Imagery

Fear has a name. It isn’t the False-Evidence-Appearing-Real acronym we’ve accrued it to placate our palpitating hearts. Fear is what it is: fear. We hear this name in the anxieties that keep us awake many nights, the sobs that quake us over. Fear is the sound of broken dreams, the...

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Lyrics That Speak: A New Home For The Music In My Head

Folks who are close to me know my intimate relationship with music. They know how I sometimes pause in the middle of a conversation to pay attention to some nice sound filtering through my ears from miles away. They’ve seen me turn random gist into hilarious songs, same way I...

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For Momma

Yesterday I was a joyful soul. An all-smiles-cheeks-wide- grinning  joyful soul. I wore my momma’s blouse I brought with me to this new city for the first time in nine months, and it felt nostalgic. Worn on a jergins and boyfriend shoes, the cotton blouse sat on me with weird...

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Naked and Ashamed: The Unsolved Half of Shared Problems

“A problem shared is half solved” –The intending counsellor’s starter pack I think so too. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have nudged Tumisi to write that letter to Nathan three weeks ago. I’m a mental health police, I’d like to believe. It’s in the ways I look out for the sanity...

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Dear Nathan

Dear Nathan, I saw your pix on Facebook, the one which attracted over 500 likes and 200 comments, about 50 percent increase in response over the one you uploaded three weeks earlier. You had the biggest smile on, the magic which pulled the response, I suppose. In spite of my...

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Of Ancient Fields And A Harvest Of Words

It’s thirteen days into the New Year and I can’t boast of the “ideal” New Year’s Resolution. This has nothing to do with me forming ‘woke’ like the folks who consider others immature for being resolute about something every year. I used to be like them, hating on New Year’s...