You had woke up with much euphoria to your daily routine that Saturday morning. You quickly woke up the kids to the family altar for the early morning devotion. It was great and Spirit filled as usual. You picked your megaphone to set out to your early morning Evangelism like you do every morning save … Continue reading Tribute To A Martyr
I finally got round to puttingÂ somethingÂ down about my father. Like medicine after death, literally, because he is dead and gone. Died December 7th, buried December 28th, Beloved Father, Brother, Uncle, Grandfather, Cousin, and all the other names they wouldnâ€™t let us put in the obituary…Friend to his Children, Humorist, Lover of British Comedy who Introduced … Continue reading Letter to my Father Part I
I was confronted by this question this morning when I realised that, much like my mother, I have become quite fond of a particular shade of brick-red lipstick. And, like her, all my makeup comes in shades of ‘Cadbury coloursâ€™ - purples and chocolate browns. This is not hereditary; I learned this along the way. … Continue reading Are you turning into your Mother?
She has seen what the blind can see She has heard the words of the dump She has felt the pain of the dead She has trod where there is no footpath She has laughed with the sad She has perceived the odour of water She is a woman