Dear God, Its your baby girl from Surulere, Lagos, Nigeria. West Africa. Africa. Earth. I know you are there. I know you always, always hear me. Even if I whisper. I'm sad. I'm clueless. I'm lost. I'm terrified. I'm tired. But I know you know all these. Because you are God. Please don't leave me to myself. I'm sorry if I may have run ahead of you, or deliberately lagged behind. I'm sorry if I have become highminded of myself and pushed you aside. I'm sorry if I haven't respected you at any time of my day. I'm sorry for consciously ignoring all your beacons to come back to you. I'm sorry for saying, thinking and doing what you've made clear that you don't like. I'm sorry that when you looked down from Heaven and saw me, you couldn't smile. I'm sorry for not making you proud. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I can't remember the last time I heard your Spirit talk to me. I can't re...