The People Called Family

“Owuo ayε ma di ooo owuo wa yε ma di. Ah we di mi ewu” screamed a woman, she was addressing death as though it was human. She said he had taken something precious from her. Her voice was hoarse perhaps from shouting too much. Aya got out of her bed and crept towards the window. She could see them, they were clad in the traditional black and red mourning attires. Many of them were women who wore black scarfs on their heads, wrappers

Broken Ivory- Sending lots of Love to you in Heaven

One year. Whew! Time really does fly doesn’t it? 6:52 am last year you were admitted into heaven. I know the concept of time is probably not the same in heaven, but I imagine God keeps track of the admission dates of his angels and throws some kind of party for them, right? I still…

Broken Ivory: When Silence is Golden

…Yeah I had the same reaction. Really?!! You’re telling me that a disaster that claimed the lives of over a hundred people. was a blessing to you because they are going to keep your dead daughter company? Really?!

Tribute

I’m running out of time… I still can’t find the words to write you a tribute because it requires that I allow myself to feel. My walls of denial, built in defence, are quickly crumbling under the weight of this reality.  Still, I hold on to the faint hope that you will show up at…

Today you were here

When the perfume of a random woman on the bus brings memories of your dead boyfriend back to mind, to life, close to the touch…

To a sister, schoolmate- Ama Mensima Abban.

We were not the best of friends, we were not class mates, or dorm mates, or table mates but you were more than an acquaintance. I  remember one time I had come to your dorm for some purpose I cannot remember now. You were trying to unzip your chapel cloth. I quickly offered to help,…