Category: Woman At The Well

I’m in awe of my daughter. Of the little girl she is now and of the woman she will grow into in the future. Years ago, while I was happily single, I asked God His heart and mind for family. I had no idea what I was walking into with that innocent inquiry. One of…

This month on Woman At The Well I’m celebrating women who’ve watered me well. Celebrating: My mother. 🥳 There’s a photo of me around 1 year old. In it, I’m standing on a bench in a photo studio held up by a hand in the frame. That hand belongs to my mother and in so…

This month on Woman At The Well I’m celebrating women who’ve watered me well. Celebrating: Bernice. 🥳 We were in the Java House on Mama Ngina Street. I still remember where we were seated. She looked at me like I was crazy. I don’t blame her. Asking someone you’ve only interacted with a few times…

This month on Woman At The Well I’m celebrating women who’ve watered me well. Celebrating: Koki 🥳 Everyone has a story of how they joined the church they belong to. Koki is at the centre of my story with INFEMI.  Over the last decade, I’ve had the privilege of watching her grow into the formidable…