Corona Feelings

T wenty Twenty-One. A year full of lessons, love, laughter and living. I have been manipulated and 'jostled' but i survived through Christ. ‘Disrespectful’ I was called because I refused to accept mediocrity. Named greedy, a cheat, a liar and odd because I stood firm for the truth.  Others played victim so i could be tagged the horrible and the ungrateful one.  Through it all I am here, because there’s a greater force that beckons me: God and my faith in him!  For the family and friends that journeyed on to the next world, you are missed. I am holding on to the memories we created.  For the loved ones that I hurt through my words or deeds, knowingly or unknowingly, I AM VERY SORRY.  Twenty Twenty-one, a year of Miracles, Signs and Wonders! (Joshua 3:5) 🙏 Thank you, Akpe, Merci, Mostumi, Medase! By Thelma Yawa Obimpeh for Corona(omicron) feelings 

“Truth is so rare a thing; it is delightful to tell it” .   Have you ever fallen in love with a character in a book? You want to read what happens to him so quickly, you turn the pages as swiftly as you can. You’re interested in every page that features him. You turn turn turn then BOOM! An anticlimax. The writer messes with your mind. He is not the ‘man’ you were made to fall in love with. He’s supposed to be a monster. Worst of all, it was not his fault.  When I first read about Prof. Azur, I knew I was going to write about him because I felt he was such an outstanding character. The writer did put him on a pedestal, I was in awe of him. Elif Shafak, the writer, stripped him of all his glory and reduced him to nothingness.  I don’t want to write about a man whose pride was violently taken away from him, had no choice than to live in shame. I still think about Shafak’s unfairness and it irks me.  The story...... Prof. Azur, the God lecturer, he was a charmer. He bro...