The Season’s Scribble💌
Christmas whispers warmth…
Dear Santa,
I thought it was best to write to you today. Yesterday felt like Sunday. It smelt like new clothes, new plans and reflections. It felt like warmth, love and gratitude.
It reminds me of the story dad told me about a certain woman who was known for her delicious beans. The local beans is called “Akidi”, it takes a day to cook, often times overnight works too and when made it can be very very delicious.
She always sold at the market, some ate after a stressful day of scouting for food stuffs, others were sellers who needed to have their lunch and breakfast at the same time.
The insatiable ones of course had something to always complain about and yet her food never lost its spark. She cooked with so much love, regardless of whatever stress she may have gone through while making it. She never raised her voice, or banter with any of her customers.
One day, a young man who was new in town came by and asked if he could get some food to eat that whatever she had to offer was fine. This woman smiled at him from a heart that knew nothing but love and asked him to sit. She served him from the set she had freshly made, with a chilled sachet of water.
Few minutes later, after the young man had finished eating—went to thank her for her food, and paid extra, even complimenting her for making a delicious meal.
The woman was soo happy and asked him to come take some more that he would eat when he got home.
This alone made me value the power of gratitude.
Gratitude for what has been done makes room for more changes to be implemented.
In the seasons of my life, I doubt I’ve been completely grateful for much that God has done for me. Now I’m learning to give God the credit he deserves…
I’m grateful for family, for the harmattan breeze in the mornings, the breakfast together on the dining table, the banters and laughter in the kitchen, the fresh aroma of tomato stew wafting through the window of every kitchen in the neighborhood.
I guess that’s why I decided to write to you. Not for wishes, only because I’m thankful.
Yours merrily….
‘Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, and confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home and a stranger into a friend.’
This season:
I’m learning to let go of a love that meets my words with silence.
I’m learning that faith doesn’t mean telling them about the plans.
I’m learning to trust God’s timepiece.
I’m learning to accept change.
I’m learning to hold not because i love the idea of warmth, but because the next hands could carry peace.
"Christmas whispers warmth in the embrace of loved ones, a symphony of laughter and love that drowns the silence of solitude."
JART.
“Hands, the first place we learn to give and receive love. A gentle touch that stays and says I’m here, you’re safe, I care.”
I love my hands. I love how soft my palm feel against the other. I love holding a person’s hand, it gives me strength. One i didn’t ask for. It’s a reliable reassurance that I’m not alone. That they are present, or even when they are asleep.
I can’t remember the last time my hands have been held so dearly.
I’ve always reminded myself that God has me, but maybe i’ve never truly trusted him to hold me.
And in all these longing, God is reminding me to hold him.
The season wasn’t the best and yet he held me through it. With love always.
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So to my beautiful audience.
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Author’s Note: This was meant to feel like I’m laying on my bed, swinging my feet in the air, holding my pen and scribbling on paper, but it doesn’t feel that way. I think it’s about comfort. When I hold my pen and look at a blank page, raw words flow from my heart—through ink to the paper.
So forgive me if this piece today sounds a bit misplaced.
This is my version of raw and messy.
I’m letting myself simply be.
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December’s whispers, captured and shared with you💋
I’m sorry if it’s been a while since I last wrote here. Thank you for staying, in the silence…even those quietly supporting me—I’m grateful.
And I love you all so much💋
See you next year my amazing readers…this is my last post for the year. I can’t believe I’ve written 40 MEssss….it makes me really happy.
Bye for now…muah!
I’m making sure I feel every memory I’m making instead of just being a part of it.
I'm so proud of youuuu 💗🥹
You're so beautiful!