i didn't grow up rich. i grew up well below comfortable.
when my parents split. my mother was a house wife, unemployed with 3 kids to look after.
only the lord in heaven could have looked after us. and he did.
he truly looks after his own.
today or rather last week, i had 2 sort out clothes to give out. because i own too many clothes.
i remember when we did not have enough clothes.
there is just so much to be thankful for.
there is this yoruba saying- that someone would take away your mat, not knowing that god is bringing you a rug.
off course my yoruba is poor.
as at last week, i decided to not buy anything i do not need.
luckily for me im not a buyer, but i even need to stop taking stuff from people i dont need.
and i need to be a giver as well.
im adding this to my new years resolution this year.
i mean i have suitcases of stuff i havent even worn.
this is not who i am.