Hand in hand until Jesus calls us home…
Been an amazing 2 years Bina
How about we make it a lifetime.
All yours 🤍
YES! Just got married to the absolute love of my life and my best friend.
Wish us well
Overthinking is easy to joke about.
Sometimes it really is funny.
But underneath the humour, there’s something heavier.
This is a reminder to check on the people who always seem “in their head.”
Sometimes the joke is just the softest way to tell the truth.
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Happy birthday, Matt.
The biggest lesson I learned this past year?
A lot of the things that change your life do not feel dramatic when they are happening.
They feel repetitive.
They feel inconvenient.
They feel slow.
They feel like doing the right thing again and again without immediate applause.
This year taught me that discipline matters more than mood.
That confidence is built by keeping promises to yourself.
That clarity often comes after movement, not before it.
And that some of the best things in my life have come from simply refusing to stop.
I am leaving this year more grateful, more disciplined, and more convinced that small consistent steps can change everything.
Grateful for another year.
And even more grateful for the man I’m becoming.
Send this video to someone God used to keep you alive. 🙏🏾
19 years ago today, I ran headfirst into a concrete pillar and nearly didn’t make it.
The scar is still here. So am I.
And it’s because of my mum.
Drop your near-death experience in the comments 👇🏾 I’d love to read them.
Super excited for our Incredibly diverse Lineup for Saturday.
We’ve got veteran performance poets, seasoned prose writers and epic storytellers.
We still have a few tickets available. Link in bio.
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On a sunny afternoon in May 2007, I came home with a bleeding face.
I had run headfirst into a concrete wall and broken my forehead open.
I was carried into the compound by strangers who found me bleeding in the street.
My mother was outside washing. Singlet and wrapper. Half clad and unhurried - until she saw me.
In tears she wiped my face with water.
Then in that same half clad outfit
she rushed me to the clinic
praying every step of the way.
The doctor said a few more inches and I would have damaged my brain. Possibly lost my left eye.
This is one of many.
I have come close to death more times than I deserve to count. And I can say boldly, I am alive today because God used my mother to keep me.
She never told me she loved me.
She just never stopped showing me.
Happy Mother’s Day Mum. 🤍
