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…

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…