The burnt ashes of yesterday are still hanging on the entrance of my conscience, and hope I long for that today would bring me a beautiful sunshine. Yesterday, the clouds were dark and the thunder rumbled with a strike, my fear unknown, and the end of the world I thought had come to an end. Guilt around me, a confession I must make. It’s a new dawn, and I must make amends. For if I go with my guilt to the world beyond, and my creator condemns me, a wasted life would be my reward, vanity a gift to me!
© Adichie Babz