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We moved the shopping cart through Meijer grocery store, the three of us hanging on to a corner while Ma walked ahead and picked out what we needed. Every so often one of us would squeal and then proceed to beg for something not on the original grocery list: Rice Krispie treats, fruit roll-ups, beef jerky. Ma obliged us more often than not. When she couldn’t do it, she promised to do it with the second paycheck that came on the 15th.
"Nyame mpa ngu na Jesu moga impipa!" She utters these words as if she had been asked to exorcise a demon spontaneously. "God forbid! And Jesus' blood wash away!" She prays again. She was visiting. A distant cousin by marriage; her words really shouldn't have made such an impact. But because they were indicative of … Continue reading Coming Out to Cousin
Death, Deadlines, and Writing about Grief.
We are not broken up/you are not dead/yet my tears just refuse to/stop flowing Every little thing/reminds me of you/I can’t play Meshell today/didn't want to hear Lauren or Tracy yesterday I make rice and notice/I only have to make one serving/I wrangle up a new batch of tears/while measuring/I see the last bowl you used … Continue reading GONE
nkyr3kyr3w sem
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Writer and Teacher
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Musings of An African Woman 