“T-taller” vs “Obolo” in a trotro
Anytime I have to take a trotro, which is very often, I look out for ones with enough room for my long legs. Now, that is not always possible especially when I am in a hurry or they aren`t just…
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Inside Out
Inside Out is all about my personal experiences and reflections, dreams, struggles, and the many ways in which I am changing – learning, relearning and unlearning. It speaks to how I am doing life, how I have experienced life so far and how I am growing and evolving with each passing second.
The true fire of God
The fire of God can make you climb Atwea mountains and scream for 25years till your lungs collapse. It can make you stay indoors in contemplation, even to the point of asking God to call you home…
The Catholic Charismatic Renewal: Problem or Solution?
I love the Catholic Charismatic Renewal (CCR). I have seen and admired the zeal and commitment of both the young and the old. It's beautiful.
We often say that we are not a society but a Movement.…
“on a maitrisé la mort”. Et la vie?
We seem to have mastered death. How about mastering life?
In the crevices of my hood
In the crevices of my hood is a bread seller. His container is the haven from which I enjoy the ever so hot bread whose aroma wafting through the community, is hard to resist.But today he's gone.…
A tribute to my dear Nahla Dahabieh
I remember the first time I saw youWondering what on earth you were doing in my classYou spoke English already and seemed to have mastered the grammarOf course, I would later find that you were once…
The Demon in the Catholic Church
It was Feast of Christ the King and as usual, we all joined the procession. I saw this person I knew and that other person. I waved at that lady and said hi to the gentleman at the on my other side.…
Fully Empty
Have you ever been afraid? I struggled with fear for the most part of my life. I have seen the paralysing effect of fear take root in my life from childhood. It grew to maturity and bore fruit. I…
My battle with jealousy
Many many years ago, there was this lady I just would never compliment. Even when deep down I knew she looked great, if her hair was on point or her dress was lovely, I'd never admit it. And when…
Love me in my language
It is really true that without understanding, we can never truly love one another. I remember one of my friendships back in university. We did a lot together. Sometimes, I would leave the comfort of…