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 stillContinue reading “Broken Ivory- Sending lots of Love to you in Heaven”

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,Continue reading “To a sister, schoolmate- Ama Mensima Abban.”