Ifenna’s diary

Overly expressive In writing I was
My literary soul got bruised I guess
Inspiration didn't seem to come forth
It took ill on the seventh
It injured deep
I begged to heal
I cried to feel
Sadly, it was numb
His tribute was the last
A year exactly
Only if they knew the depth
I and me understood how I felt
Today, I feel the passion
To pen my expression
Today I bless
My healing process

Hey there,

This is an updated introductory post. 

This blog was launched in 2016 by one of  Ifenna's daughters who wanted to express her emotions to people that had no idea of her identity. 

Our literary minds are influenced by different factors; happiness, love, pain and everything that switch our feelings from its current state.

Have you ever written about how you genuinely felt without fear of being judged, ridiculed or ignored?

how did you feel after letting go of emotions without particularly whispering into someone's ears?

This is not a secret; you don't even know me!

In 2020,

My inner being decided to come on-board to share this space with me

She's a deeper writer 

She was a lot younger when Papa slept

A lot of growth has happened since then 

She is so strong

I slip sometimes and rely on her strength to carry us both

Do you find write-ups relate-able?

If you draw strength from the fact that people go through emotional torture too

If you need to see God's sufficient grace in real-life scenarios

Hey Human, this is for you

It's a beautiful life, we must all learn to take it a day at a time xx