Phrenic Diaspora

A fruit-bearing tree with roots in Ghana, a trunk in Botswana and branches now in Toronto..
Sporty, smiley, and very very confusing :)
Bringing to you the organised mess that is my mind, in a way that glorifies its Maker.
"...for He is holy, and He is worthy of all of the glory... and all of our love."

When I went to Boise, Idaho in December, I met a lady at the gym… I thought, hmmm she’s really pretty AND she works out AND she’s watching her little boys play ball… We had a nice conversation (she was very friendly) and we exchanged contacts… I told Mama I met someone at the gym and she said something along the lines of “there are no coincidences… there is always a reason we cross paths with the people we do…”
I found it weird that she would say that THEN, but I agreed… I mean, it’s true.

Since coming back to Toronto I’ve been going about my life as usual. Admittedly, I have had way more downs than I would have liked in 2.5 months, but today, chilling at home about to start my moping session, I came across a blog on said nice lady’s Facebook… and on the blog, a couple of videos…

Well, it turns out God knows our needs before we have them… In December he prepared me for my “down” day in February, putting people in my path who are more than just “pretty and friendly” but have a story of healing, recovery, love and hope…
What do I have to be sad about? Whom shall I fear?

Thank you Jamie Hilton for unintentionally being used to remind me that miracles do happen…

Her blog: jamielambhilton.blogspot.com/
Like her page on FB: www.facebook.com/JamieLambHilton

il-tenore-regina:

africaisdonesuffering:

#AfricanNationsinHighSchool trending topic on Twitter

This is so great. 

THESE!

(via theunintentionalmisfit)

Sister’s Keeper…

Tonight I texted my sister Vivien and told her how sad I am, and how I feel
like I’m getting “stupid” and I won’t ever competely heal from my head
injury.
Because she knows me so well, she asked me to write a poem. In my head I
was like “shhmmuurrr? I can barely write my full name…” but I gave it a
try…
Here’s what I wrote:

"So I messed around and got hit in the head..
Maybe I shouldn’t have jumped, I should have just stood there instead…
Or just “stayed in my lane” as I’ve heard it said…

I wonder what I would be doing right now..
If last week I hadn’t been knocked to the ground…
I definitely wouldn’t feel like my brain cells are in the lost and found..

I wouldn’t be sitting in a dark room for days on end…
I wouldn’t be wearing 2 pairs of shades because the light hurts my head…
I wouldn’t feel like a bad friend,
Because I can’t send a proper response to my besties long texts, because my
phone is too bright and I don’t understand her sentence…

For sure I wouldn’t be exhausted just from walking a few meters…
I wouldn’t leave everything I do half completed,
Because I forgot I was… wait… what was I saying?

I’m sad. I’m really really really sad…
Cuz I’m wondering what kind of weekend I would have had…
If i’d just let that rebound fall into another’s hand…
(Funny thing is neither of us got that rebound so… -_-)

So now in light of the pain… the dizziness… the sadness…
The feeling that I’ll never feel like myself again after this mess…
The sense that I’m dumb now because I can’t concentrate…
And my memory has decided to sloooowly fade…
I ask myself if it was worth it… one rebound that wasn’t even mine to
take…
Seems to have changed the plans I was so careful to make..
Was it worth it? The question bears so much weight…
So now I wait… all I can do is wait…

I ask another question as I sit quietly in the dark,
If it was a head injury, why is most of the pain in my heart??”

Here’s how she responded:

"From miles away I’ll hold your hand and wait for you to regain the will to
stand.
And if your head keeps hurting your heart, I’ll pray and pray till the
feelings depart.
Cuz you, my girl, are more than a brain;
you are joy and strength and the refreshing of midsummers rain.
So hang in there little one…
cuz God’s plan for you’s not done”

(Viv has a way with words, doesn’t she?)

So now I’m weeping like the weiner that I am, not because I’m in pain or
because I feel stupid, but because I’m blessed with sisters like Juliet,
Vivien and GiGi, who drop whatever they’re doing when they even smell that
I might need something… they move mountains for me, individually and
communally. They continue to love me like I’m their cub, so I want them to
know that they are my pride.
I love my sisters.

aaaand… repeat…

aaaand… repeat…

I have to admit… I like these ladies a whole bunch; every single one in a different way, for a different reason.The new spelling for “awesome” is H.U.S.K.I.E.S.

I have to admit… I like these ladies a whole bunch; every single one in a different way, for a different reason.
The new spelling for “awesome” is H.U.S.K.I.E.S.

♫ You don’t know how much you mean to me… whenever you’re down you know that you can lean on me… no matter the situation, I’m gon hold you down…♫

It’s all bittersweet… almost 2 years in, and the wound starts to bleed again. I miss my friends and family… It’s kinda cold here, and I don’t mean the climate. 

*sigh* Love you guys. Even though I feel so alone, I’m reminding myself that y’all are still with me… in some way… 

♫ You don’t know how much you mean to me… whenever you’re down you know
that you can lean on me… no matter the situation, I’m gon hold you
down…♫

It’s all bittersweet… almost 2 years in, and the wound starts to bleed
again. I miss my friends and family… It’s kinda cold here, and I don’t
mean the climate.

*sigh* Love you guys. Even though I feel so alone, I’m reminding myself
that y’all are still with me… in some way…

phrenicdiaspora:

My mother and father made better girls than Professor Utonium! This is masterpiece numero dos. My beautiful sister, Vivien Dakpo.  *singing* Isn’t she loooovelyyyy? :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY TWIN!!!!

phrenicdiaspora:

My mother and father made better girls than Professor Utonium! This is masterpiece numero dos. My beautiful sister, Vivien Dakpo.
*singing* Isn’t she loooovelyyyy? :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY TWIN!!!!

To Be Authentically Me…

I’m striving to be authentically me; fully Angela.
I want to be in a place - spiritually, mentally, emotionally, physically
and socially - where nobody’s suggestions or opinions can add to or
subtract from my value, because I am what I was made to be, no more and no
less. In this place, I function the way I was manufactured to, produce the
results for which I was created (with excellence), I answer the questions
only I am equipped for, and solve problems only my existence can fix.

Oh, to be COMPLETELY Angela.

Phrenic Diaspora: Hmmmm...

phrenicdiaspora:

I just had a thought and thought I’d put it down…

You know when you’re cleaning the house, there might be some places you just do not look (like behind a shelf that hasn’t been moved in ages), because if you look, you’ll see what’s there, and when you see you have to clean it up.
Isn’t that what…

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