Dear Omobolanle, A muffled laughter is a strange thing, a [asphyxiated] cackle even stranger. You must be bold to truly live. To be alive is to laugh out loud. To laugh out loud, to care less about scary things like shame or the squinting [gaze] of strangers. Oblivion. Forgetfulness. Absentee-mindedness. Allow. Disregard. To live a full life is to be fully aware. To live a full life is to proceed…
Dear Omobolanle, Don't let the darkness get you down. And if it does, remember that our Lord asks us to cast our cares upon him, for he cares for us. Or as JB Philips puts it, “You can throw the whole weight of your anxieties upon him, for you are his personal concern.” (1 Peter 5:7). Yes, you are his personal concern. I cannot neglect the nudge to share the timeless words of this hymn by Kittie…
Dear Omobolanle, I am writing this to you in haste. I do not want to put it off until later because I will most likely forget. Life is a beautiful thing. Life is a good thing. The Lord makes it possible. The good Lord gave it to us. I know I have not written to you in a long while. Can you imagine? It is almost a year. Yes! I have been living. And you know how it is to live in this broken…
Dear Omobolanle, How are you doing? Like, for real for real? I have started shedding my uncle-ly ways—in bits that I am able to. Honestly, not really. I am not shedding it; I am still weird like that. But can you imagine? I have started using phrases like ‘frfr’, ‘tbh’, adapting to this Gen-Z thing. Low-key, I like it because it increases my sense of belonging among those who use it. I get to…
Dear Omobolanle, There is a saying that "We do not stand on the seashore and wash our hands with spittle." See, there are those who camp there— inside beach sand— by the sea, ignoring the abundance of water. But I know that you are not like that. Yes! You are a town hall that is different from-- (I think you get it). See, (me) I know that you have more than a sea. Yes! The Lord is more than a sea.…