He Is Reaching Out

The white colour often connotes purity, peace, hope, clarity, innocence, neutrality, light, simplicity, cleanliness and so on. Of all these, I would say the white colour perfectly connotes purity. Imagine there is an event you have to attend and the dress code for the event is a white dress. I am pretty sure you would be extra careful in making sure the white dress does not get stained by anything whatsoever. In the same manner, you should be intentional about your person. You should be intentional about remaining “white.” Every object of the white colour remains white unless stained. In similitude, you as a woman remains “white” unless stained. There is something that remaining pure does to a woman. It brings about a sense of worth, holiness, cleanliness, innocence, mindfulness, self-awareness, self-assurance and wholeness. But then, there is great contention on purity. The world system has so attacked purity like it’s a virus to be eradicated. Especially, sexual purity. The devil has...

So, yes! It’s the sixth month in your relationship dating this guy who you thought is your “Mr Right”.   The first five months have been amazing! He showered you with all the love you never got from family. Family is just another part of your life you don’t even want to talk about or think of. The conflicts? It’s nothing to write home about. Even your friends envy the kind of relationship you have with this guy. You say to yourself every now and then, “thank God I found him! I’m the luckiest woman on earth!” , “we will watch our hair grow grey together” , “our kids will be just like him”. Your daily fantasies they are. All of a sudden, breakfast in bed stopped, early morning kisses stopped, you stopped getting flowers from him, late calls and texts response, never checking up on you like he used to, he would rather hang out with his fellas than with you which is unlike him. Worse of all, he raises his voice at you and even threatens to beat you up to a pulp which is never like him....

   No, it isn’t your fault that you can no longer trust anyone. It isn’t your fault that you can’t even love a person wholeheartedly. It happened over and over again and each time it happened, your heart was brutally cut into pieces that seemed irreparable. Every single time it happened, only your pillow knew you cried.  Even the pillow couldn’t console you as it is inanimate. All of the persons you could lean on their shoulders and peacefully shed those tears have been cut out. You had to cut them out because you just don’t know who they are on the inside.   You say to yourself, “what if they are not who they portray themselves to be?” “What if I get hurt again?” You who used to illuminate the darkest of places with your smile have now crept into some shell, keeping on a frown. You can’t even stand a five minute conversation with a person. You just want to creep back into your shell and listen to that music that you supposedly think is an antidote to what you feel b...