Every memory has a page and a chapter in the mind of time. Mine your memories for gains and not pains. Flip through the pages of your mind and retrace your steps.
Tonight, I am leaving my life in the hands of tomorrow to take of. Take care, mother's son, take care, father's daughter for when the sun burns you, it burns your skin and heart for a purpose of purification.
She got a text. Four weeks ago. A simple but disturbing one. From a number she was not familiar with. She read it to herself. With her lips parting slightly. 'On Sunday marks my special birthday. Pls you're. . .'
They all thought it was the generator that tripped the lights off and on. But it was not the generator. It was her. And that was when the horror started. That was when my friend and everyone began to bombard her with Holy Ghost fire. The blood of Jesus. And all manners of prayers.