That feeling you get after reading a Francine Rivers books,
Or when you hear a Women of faith /Don Moen song.
That feeling you get when you use a cologne that smells like your mum, or when the woman serving food is extra nice to you.
That feeling you get when your cloth smells of camphor, or when you eat amala with your good friends
That feeling when you’re called by your house nickname, or when someone helps adjust your wrapper to cover you up in the night
That fresh grass scent, the cloudy sky threatening to break out and the warnings to take a cardigan along, that old worn shirt you never want to let go off.
That feeling of someone waking you up at 6 telling you it’s already 7:30 because you have a class by 8,
Or that feeling when you go through the old songs on…
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