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i think friday was a bit much.

there was the meeting with C at PL's bus stop. then the flood of teachers that we met inside. followed by lunch with LL at the canteen. then came the on-impulse walk to Ebenezer block. then insanity of insanity - meeting WLH and GD at moe.

the rains came with a purpose.

LL i miss you. i don't know how we managed to talk without letting any of that come through. i don't know how we could speak words like "rethink the ministry" and "substitute purpose" and "something to live for", speak words like these without crying. it pains so much. have you forgotten that i had my girls once, and that it was that that sensitized me to your burden? or has it been too long since we spoke about them, such that you no longer remember that part of my past?


the rains came, and they came because of you. they came to remind me of the repentance i owe you. they came to demand sincerity. they came to say "your girls cry because of you".




LL what do you do with a cell leader's burden?