But let's keep the believe alive
Sponsored Advertisements
New Discussions
-
I Finally Understood What It Means To Lose A Mother 💔😭
Oscar
9 mins ago00 -
I Still Remember That Night 💔
Oscar
18 mins ago00 -
My journey to freelance: "Continuation 4"
Penvibe
20 mins ago11 -
Money making online
Rugard
31 mins ago00 -
The cost of silence
Princess Kachi
58 mins ago00
Ndoma Attah
3 hrs agoStory (in Pidgin):
Every night, Mama Ada go put plate for table.
E go wash am clean, arrange am like person wey expect food.
But nothing dey the plate — just air and prayer.
She go look heaven talk, “God, make tomorrow bring small rice.”
Sometimes Ada go laugh small,
sometimes she go cry quietly so her pikin no go hear.
One day, one neighbor knock door —
carry small bowl of food come.
Mama Ada no talk anything, she just kneel down cry.
Because sometimes, miracle no dey come with trumpet…
e dey come with small bowl of rice. 🍚💔