“there you were, not gone, and all you could think about was how sure you were of your love for them, love that made forgiveness wash over you like a breeze. Your mother sniffled, took your hand and pressed, lightly.”

Excerpt From
God's Children Are Little Broken Things
Arinze Ifeakandu🏳️‍🌈❤️

“ Some have morning prayers, you’d told him, I have poetry, and he’d laughed, Such blasphemy, he’d said, must be the reason poets die tragically lonely deaths—because the Lord our God is a jealous god.”

Excerpt From
God's Children Are Little Broken Things
Arinze Ifeakandu 🏳️‍🌈❤️

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