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Dust

Clay and water
Sieved and pounded
Moulded and shaped of His hands
Why do you then boast?
Of these riches and wealth?
They were here before you
And here they will be
When you are no more
Of wisdom and knowledge
Acquired and will be required
When you are no more
Your beautiful skin –
Nothing but boasting dust
Simply dust, safe that first breath
Giving in love, and with love
If there be any boast
Let it be of His second to none

Olufunke Kolapo

Hi, I’m Olufunke Kolapo — a writer, teacher, and mental wellness advocate. Since 2012, I’ve used this space to share true-life stories, powerful poems, and personal reflections to uplift, educate, and encourage healing. Over the years, this blog has evolved — just like I have. What started as a platform for storytelling has grown into a sanctuary for the anxious soul, a hub for teachers seeking resources, and a creative corner for lovers of words and wisdom. Here, you’ll find: Stories and tools to overcome anxiety, overthinking, and fear Poetry and literary analysis that stir both heart and mind Digital downloads for personal growth and classroom success Whether you're a reader seeking peace, a teacher looking for resources, or someone trying to slow down the noise of life — you belong here.

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  1. This is divinely moved for it goes beyond human reasoning!

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