The Sweetest Remedy Quotes

[I]t is not hasty reading--but serious meditating upon holy and heavenly truths, that make them prove sweet and profitable to the soul. It is not the bee’s touching of the flower, which gathers honey--but her abiding for a time upon the flower, which draws out the sweet. It is not he who reads most--but he who meditates most, who will prove the choicest, sweetest, wisest and strongest Christian.

O Thou whose Name is sweetest remedy And whose remembrance heals our soul’s disease With Thee each moment is Eternity A drop from Heaven that consoles and frees.

Did men ever tire of doing that—spitting lies and cheap lines at women as if they were items and the currency for purchasing them was deceit?

To Nigerians everywhere—at home and in the diaspora. I am in awe of your talent, resilience, and innovation. I dey hail una.

Questions and assumptions were prejudice wrapped up so neatly in passive aggression, only the person it was directed to was aware of it. Any other person would have explained it away.

For a girl neglected by her father, self-love wasn’t exactly easy to embrace. It was often overlooked while chasing an external fix. She didn’t overlook it now, though. She considered it, slowly realizing the lack of it had unconsciously affected her, even prevented her from growing up.

Did he really believe his intrusive questions were fun? Or that she enjoyed his guessing her ethnicity with the excitement of a game-show contestant? Some people really were clueless.

I don’t care, Mom!” A sob scratched her throat, made her voice tiny and raspy. “He got you pregnant and just took off—went back to his family in Nigeria.

His money is the reason you’re not stuck with a load of student loans. So yes, he wasn’t the best father, but at least he did something.

He would go back to Nigeria. Back to the house he grew up in, to a family that was not his by blood but one he loved just the same. And for the second time in his life, he would have to say goodbye to someone he loved.

Looking at the energetic crowd and the artist swaggering onstage, Segun found himself still in awe of them. They were black but a different type of black, a kind of black he desperately wanted to be—one utterly different from his father.

I’m sure you get this a lot,” Blaine went on, his gaze shifting over Hannah. “But you look so exotic. What are you? I mean race.” He brought his wineglass to his lips—sipped, swallowed, and smirked. “What are you mixed with?

And her red Nine West stilettoes, which were rubbing against her sore toes and surely cleaving a layer of skin, could not compare to the Christian Louboutin pumps with their signature red soles reflecting on the polished floor. Hannah had felt chic when Flo picked her up. Now, she felt inferior amid all the glamour.

It is safest and sweetest to define as God defines, both vices and graces.

Tiwa glared at her younger brother. “Segun, please. If you have nothing reasonable to say, then just don’t open your mouth.

Sit down, Segun. Now.” Dayo spoke sternly. His grip on the slowly crumpling paper showed he was losing his patience. “If you cannot show respect for anyone here, the least you can do is show respect for your late father. Now, sit down and be quiet before I beat some manners into you.

Don’t make this about you, Tiwa. For once, don’t make everything about you and your constant need to be in control.

How can all these small-small children just be kissing and having boyfriends and girlfriends in secondary school? Secondary school! This is nonsense, na. What Nigerian child can try this? What Nigerian parent would even allow it?

and look at the others in the room. The exposure was embarrassing and unfortunate. The privilege of exploring their attraction and connection privately had been revoked with a single snapshot.

Though Shola had found a way to carry home with her—in the hairstyles she wore, the thin twists and box braids and cornrows that clung to her scalp and swung against her back. And even in her clothes—an array of styles created with African textile. Sometimes, she found it was the least she could do to keep home close—maintain this outward appearance, an often exaggerated idea of what it meant to be Nigerian or African in general.

Our culture and our family and the people in our lives can help shape who we are, but ultimately, I think it’s up to us to decide who we want to be—to rely on ourselves and no one else.

And she did feel it, love, in all its many variations—familial, romantic, the self-love that now filled the holes inside her and overflowed. And she found it was the best remedy. The sweetest remedy.

Don’t.” Shola pulled her hands from Dami’s grip. “Don’t blow this up into some sentimental bullshit. This is not God compensating us for our loss. This is Dad finally owning up to his lies. Except he isn’t here to deal with it.” Her voice, although it wavered, increased in volume. “There’s a damn stranger in our home, and we’re just supposed to be chummy with her?

Hannah wished she had gotten the same lesson. Though to be proud, she would first have to know what it meant to be Nigerian, and she didn’t know that. Another missed lesson.

It’s not healthy. You need to get out of this apartment and do something—maybe help prep for the fundraiser at the Youth Hope Center. It’s happening next week. Or maybe you can just go to the office.

People didn’t go around confronting his mom. The woman was intimidating as hell. She had a soft side, but reserved it for her family—the people she loved. The rest of the world got icy, assessing glares and passive aggression glazed over with elegance. And people put up with it because of who she was. But Hannah hadn’t. And it had been damn entertaining to watch.

Believe it or not, my mother was a university graduate. But in Nigeria, that doesn’t count for much when no one’s hiring. She was so smart. She wanted to work as an engineer. When the opportunity never came, she found other means.

And with a white woman. To make matters worse, there is proof of it. He won’t forgive this, Wale. He will cut you out of everything—the businesses, your inheritance.

This was how a relationship was supposed to be. The man she was dating was supposed to take a genuine interest in her passion. He was supposed to put an effort into making her feel special and cared for. This was normal.