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A Piece by Victoria Akubo.
DRESSED AND DEPRESSED

She is now depressed but doesn't know it. Life is tasteless and happiness is a guest.She goes to church but soon forgets the message as she gets home.

Compounded anxieties,worries of life,lacks and struggles.
Too depressed to pray, If she can speak with the right person or people it just might be the solution.
God breathes his word on the  right mouth to meet your needs

She is smiling and hurting.
She wails inside to smile outside.

How did i get this messed up? So many hows and whens without a proper explanation. The same issues revolving round her and she asks "when will all these be over"?

She is afraid to tell her friend, she doubts the ability of her friend to sustain the confidentiality. God is the best friend to have she knows but doesn't know how God can be her best friend.

When is God going to do this miracle ,I'm not doubting God. "I just need a miracle now". She says.

She is dressed in fine linen , she is depressed and broken within.

She can't speak out and words fail her within. She can't pray! She needs spirit filled words!

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You , yes you!!

Can you hear her story without judging.

Can you pray for her if you don't have silver or gold.

When will you put yourself in the pain of another woman and stop the biting . 

When will you love and respect another woman like you respect your self.

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Listen to her!

She wants to be heard.

She needs your prayers.

She needs you to hold her hand.

A lot of women are dressed and depressed.

Help a sister by chatting her up. You never can tell whose life you will save.
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