THE SWING WAS STILL THERE. The red swing with the bright yellow rubber seat. Though scuff marks were now strewn across her face, war scars; wrinkles that exposed her years. As I plopped on to her she creaked, the sigh of an aged one. Of one who had forgotten her old friend, memories suppressed under…
Tag: Break Up
Winning the fight, losing the war
It’s a shame that we can often get caught up in winning the petty fights, so much so, that we lose sight of the ultimate war, the battle to save what’s actually important—our marriage, our home, our hearts…
Two Sugars Please!
There’s just something about the coffee shop; the warmth… aroma… light-hearted banter… add to that, a mocha latté with two sugars – you simply can’t go wrong! Or can you? Well… at least I thought so… until this afternoon… I met up with a friend during lunch for the second time this week since exchanging…
Oyebanji Makanjuola 