A book, a birthday, and a circle of friends who remind me that the best gifts are the ones wrapped in patience, kindness, and love.
It’s not hard to share this story.
Mostly because I’m terrible at gifts-giving them, receiving them, all of it. The awkwardness, the pressure to reciprocate, the feeling that gifting just isn’t my thing. If love languages are a real thing, then gifts are definitely not mine.
At least, that’s what I thought.
Then last year, on my birthday, I got a gift that made me wonder if I’ve had it all wrong. Or maybe I just haven’t received enough to know.
It was a book. Africa Is Not a Country.
And it wasn’t just special because it was a birthday gift. It was special because it came from my friends. My girlfriends. A small group of women who are crazy enough to stick around. To grow with me. To support and scold. To cheer and correct. They’ve been patient, loving, kind—and I honestly don’t know how life would look without them. When I pray, I pray for them too. For life, for love, for patience.
The thing about gifts is this: the ones we treasure are rarely about what they are or how much they cost. They’re about the giver. The relationship. The intention. An expensive gift from someone you don’t trust will never hold a candle to a simple gift from someone who knows your heart.
That’s what this book is for me.
I already knew Africa is not a country. My friends knew that too. This wasn’t about educating me into the room. It was about sharing something they knew I’d love. And I did. I learned more about independence struggles, about the long shadow of colonization, about how those histories still show up today-even in Twitter wars. It’s a book I’ll keep for my daughter to read one day. But I’m also keeping it as proof. Proof of friendships that stay.
Friendships that love the parts of me I’d rather hide. That expose strengths I didn’t know existed. That give, even when I shut them out to deal with my stuff. (And I do this more than I should.) They wait-lovingly, patiently-not grudgingly. And I always know I can count on them. And they can count on me.
So yes, one of the best gifts I’ve ever received is a book. But really, it’s the reminder that the truest gifts are people-the ones who choose to stay, to love, to give, even when you feel undeserving.
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