Two Saturdays ago, we were prepping to go for a traditional marriage ceremony.
It was a room full of girls (women) putting makeup on and just gisting friend. We were excited.
I was helping one of the girls tie her gele when little D ran into the room: “mummy carry me, mummy carry me.” Hands raised, tears on her chubby face she faced her mum who had no choice but to carry her.
Thirty minutes later, we were ready to go, little D had fallen asleep and her mum put her down on the sofa.
Dear Friend, my beautiful friend was wearing a rainbow (it was baby blue before) now 🤣😭
Turns out, little D had been eating fried yam with palm oil with her hands when she had felt the sudden urge to be carried. I looked at her mum and noticed she was almost in tears. She tried so hard to keep it in and must have rationalised “it's my baby”
I don't know if God feels this way when we run away from him and soil ourselves with pain, anger, regret, indecision, self reliance, sin. Does he? But like little D, I run to him when life gets difficult.
It's the end of the week, maybe you need to be carried? I do friend, I do.
❤️ Abasiama Udom
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