THAT LIGHT CALLED HOPE
"Hope is a flame that needs to be protected; it is the oxygen our dreams need to stay alive." -Eunice Obidi. Right now on this harmattan morning, as I write this blogpost, there are four items on the table before me: an empty glass, which held a steaming cup of Milo about four minutes ago; a red plastic plate with cake crumbs and clumps of abandoned icing sugar; a new notebook, it's pages smooth and crisp, waiting to be filled with everything bubbling in my heart; and an old notebook already filled cover to cover with different colors of ink. The old notebook, although wrinkled and the page edges folded up, is opened to a page titled "GOALSSS!" The writing is almost hard to read because it was written in red ink and is already smudging... But because I was the one who wrote it, it appears as clear to me as the day I wrote it on the third of January 2022. As I read from line to line, page to page, I see the things I promised myself and God when this year started