Stay with Me

by Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀

Besides, what would be left of love without truth stretched beyond its limits, without those better versions of ourselves that we present as the only ones that exist?

“Perhaps when we ask the Lord to deliver us from evil, we are really asking him to deliver us from ourselves.”

listen to the full proverb, there is no god like a mother because nobody can support her child like she would when that child is in anguish.

realising that all the rage had been an affectation. Something I’d reached for to use as a defence against shame. Anger is easier than shame.

I think I did believe that love had immense power to unearth all that was good in us, refine us and reveal to us the better versions of ourselves.

But the biggest lies are often the ones we tell ourselves. I bit my tongue because I did not want to ask questions. I did not ask questions because I did not want to know the answers.