<p>I think I finally understand Luke 15 because I lived it. Practically. Not verbatim, of course, but a variation.</p><p>For the non-Bible scholars, it’s the story of the prodigal son. In my version, she didn’t ask for her inheritance. She simply disappeared, suffered, and ran home. That child is me. I ran from writing, gaslit my inspiration out of me, and abandoned the very thing that gave it life.</p><p>But my return came with a fatted calf. No grand entrance, just a text, a reminder of a promise, and a call.</p><p>An opportunity to do what I love? Who says no? Definitely not me.</p><p>Oh, I bit hard. And chewed.</p><p>But I’m not stingy, my loves. I left some meat for you.</p><p>Ready for your first bite? Open the pot and say ahhh! 🤭</p><p>https://twocents.space/buy-magazine-TOLUWALASE35iy/twocents-magazine-october-2026/</p>
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