My African Hair

By Sandra C. Obiora. © All rights reserved (Written 25.10.2013)

My hair and I are not always the best of friends.

We sometimes fight, and we sometimes make up.

She gives me all this work and all this trouble,

Yet I love her for what she is, and what she represents. Continue reading My African Hair


When I Consider the Heavens

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that You visit him?
For You have made him a little lower than the angels,
And You have crowned him with glory and honor.

Psalm 8: 3-5