Society is Unkind to Older People
I do not want my parents to grow old. I want them to remain in their fifties, spry, bubbling with energy and stories and grit.…
Category: Thoughts
Memories, Unfulfilled.
I see kids. They have brown skin and coarse black hair and barely formed teeth. Their gums are the biggest part of their mouth. They’re…
Grief Is A Peculiar Thing
Grief has touched me, In the most peculiar of ways. Yet, it is nothing special, Mama says it is a fact of life. One must…
I Have A Thing
I have a thing, for the makossa, for heavy bass chords and throaty lyrics, for percussions that echo my heartbeat and the whine of my…
You Find Yourself
It starts as a dream. a loose, foggy thing that disappears as soon as you wake up. you can’t quite escape the dream, you revel…
LIGHTNING IN YOUR EYES
First, you are born. Then you’re doing your thing, maybe fetching water from a clear stream, the fish swimming around your ankles; maybe…
UUHDEMÉ
Mama had a daughter, and she named her Udeme. Her classmates referred to her as UUHDEMÉ, because that was what her mother had written…
EASY IS HARD
Easy is hard. Ask the ancestors. Women don’t come cheap, food doesn’t come because you planted and war doesn’t seek permission. There’s always a provocation,…
AN ODE TO FOOD
There’s many uses for food: to be savoured, to be eaten, to combat grief and loneliness, to drown out hateful comments. Food for the…