56. Identity

My mother is Irish, and my father is Sierra Leonean. We lived in Sierra Leone when I was young and I have strong memories of that time.Memories of our home. Playing with the other children in the compound, dancing around the parlour, being chased by my grandmother, Mama Abbie – with my baby brother on […]

52. For My Precious Nephew 💔

Into our lives you came,Sleeping, yet clutching our hearts.Sleeping, yet awakening love.Sleeping, yet shining so bright. Knitted in your Mummy’s womb,So beautifully formed.Perfect little lips,In peaceful rest, cosily still. Tall like your Daddy,Those hands gave it away.Jet black hair, Asher eyesSahr Samuel, you’re our beauty. Dedicated to the Lord,He called you, as His own.‘Samuel’, He […]

5. Changing Seasons: Make Me Wise Like Grandmother Willow…

‘Choose my instruction instead of silver, knowledge rather than choice gold, for wisdom is more precious than rubies, and nothing you desire can compare with her.’ Proverbs 8: 10-11 A month or two ago I was reading through Proverbs. The words ‘wisdom‘, ‘knowledge‘, ‘understanding‘, ‘discernment‘, and ‘insight‘ come up time and time again throughout this […]