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Can you remember seeing your first dead person?As a child we were privileged, I am not mincing my words ‘privileged’ I say to view our dead relatives laid in state.

With a kind of stupefaction I cannot express any better I still manage to gather my wits and write this.

It is very common in the African culture to have the remains of a dead relative or friend brought back home laid in state and viewed for a day or two before the body is ferried to the final destination for burial.

The images will live with most of us forever depending on how young we were exposed to it. It engraves itself into our brains and never ever fades – it becomes the unforeseen tattoo you wish you could scrub off, but the memories are so greedily cherish, that we preciously keep them in pain, debilitating inexplicable pain.

Can anyone remember seeing his or her first dead person? I do, it was my great grandmother ‘Mbamba’ at the age of about 7. Apart from the fact that I spent the night before she died with her braiding her very fairy white hair for she was in her late 90’s – death didn’t warn me, I woke up to the coldest skin and face that my heart shattered into a thousand pieces and suddenly turned me into adult, robbed me of my childhood innocence of fearlessness and flowery thoughts – raw and hot reality suddenly made me develop, so quick too.

Looking back now I think death stinks!! It’s got a kind of stench that will make you want to wash your clothes, wash your hands, wash your body over and over again, but it will linger and make you sweat and sleepless for days – potentially hallucinating from shock and fear rather than reality _ I did see her/ghost a couple of times _ that, a story for another day.





Miror -ron gilad


Mirror Mirror on the wall
I look into you for answers
The face who's stolen my voice and soon to 
steal my breath
The face of the one who holds the answers 
to my predicament
I know why I cannot see my face
My body is dust and I have become wind
Yet I stand infront of you and see a silhouette
A faceless Silhouette - a feminine silhouette
The face that I cannot see but she lingers
The face who has left me in Limbo land
I beseech you for clarity
I beg of you to appease my soul
I appeal for one last chance to see the 
face behind the silhouette

Lucia had sent her maid to the market that morning hoping to make the best meal for her husband and her mother-in-law who had come into town the night before with a new maid… The kind of village local champions (Dumebi) who made herself known by her huge size, the thudding of her XXL feet and the absolutely giggle of her whole body as she walked her ass though was on another planet, it could comfortably sit 2 toddlers with no help! beseach

You could hear her walk across the lounge to the kitchen or outside the house… She was just a ball of energy – to ignore – Loud, brash and uncouth and she smelled of kitchen spices mixed with body sweat and a little feminine thing which made her very powerful presence nothing to ignore even if you tried.  Because she was linked to the mother-in- law, she was important, a very important ally, so Lucia made it a point to pay attention to her.

She had always said to her mother-in-law that Agatha her present maid was a good maid who had lived with them for so long and she found no good cause or reason for a dismissal – but the old lady always insisted on a hard working girl from her village who will cook the kind of food her son loved eating and look after the house while Lucia worked in her boutique in the town centre or travelled around Dubai stocking her boutiques with gold jewelries and latest home decors, which made sense, but the sarcasm and the innuendo in her voice made Lucia apprehensive _ very !

Her mother-in-law’s countenance betrayed some sort of subversive  secret she could barely put her finger on. Though she had lost a pregnancy earlier in her marriage, It had become impossible to  conceive and bear a child for over 7 years _An issue that has always been the white elephant in her mother-in-law presence … She barely talked about it with Lucia, but Lucia had eavesdropped a couple of confrontational moments between her and her son along the lines of -;



The moment he opened his mouth my heart shattered into a million pieces of tiny hearts with wings then I heard his inspiring tale of life and struggle – Watch his mind blowing goose bump-rendering  rendition of ‘I am Changing‘ and read his ordeal below

X Factor hopeful Anton Stephens has opened up about his life-threatening cancer.

Since it was revealed that Anton had a heartbreaking six year cancer ordeal that gave him bravery to enter show, Anton has become even more popular and appearing on Good Morning Britain earlier today, the 45-year-old who wowed judges after his audition revealed the extent of his illness.

Dog-loving Anton told the presenters that doctors didn’t tell him how bad things were during a heartbreaking six year cancer ordeal. Anton said: “It’s funny how the worst thing that can happen can turn out to be the very best.” The theatre backing singer, finally stepped into the limelight after vowing to beat his rare micro-melanoma. “I had tumours on my pituitary glands and my adrenal glands.” He added: “I found it very hard to believe in myself. I’ve had some time away…”

After joking about his age, Anton revealed he’s been around the block.

He said: “I wish we didn’t have to talk about that all the time, it seems everything you do someone wants to mention it… I’ve been around like an old boot… It was a bit of a leap of faith.

“I’ve been in the background for a while.”

We all need just  a story like this to get us off our various situations, pick life up by the reigns and just run with it – Anton is an ultimate inspiration.



A wedding to mark a goodbye!!

The most heartwrenching video you will ever watch in your whole life, no one weds to be separated from their spouse, especially when you love someone limitlessly like Solomon Chau and Jennifer Carter loved each other.

A drastic and aggressive kind of liver cancer diagnosis meant he had months to live – so they wedded before his condition deteriorated and a few months after he died.

An excerpt from the daily mirror below completely brought us to tears!!

Jenn, from Toronto in Canada, announced the news on her Facebook page, writing:

“Today the most incredible person I’ve ever known passed away after an 8 month battle with cancer.

“Sol fought long and hard and gave it his all.”

She added: “Sol, you’ll never know the impact you’ve had on me.

“You’ve taught me, through everything we’ve been through over these past months, to never let a day go to waste.

“I’m forever in your debt for showing me what love really is all about, and we learned more about it at 26 than some will learn in a lifetime.

“You and I should have been able to live the next 60 years of our lives together, but I’m still forever thankful that God gave us 8 incredible years.

“You’re everything I could have asked for in a husband and more, and you’ll always have my heart.

“Give Julie a hug for us I’ll meet you on the front porch babe”

RIP SOLOMON (You have left the world with a remarkable lesson!)

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A woman walks the darkest village footpaths heading to the heart of the market Square – going to see mamalawoh as a Christian was not what she ever imagined herself indulging in or ever wanted. She was a staunch Christian and didn’t want anyone in her congregation to know that she went to any other consultations for her predicament. The powers of darkness had nothing to do with a child of God, daughter of Zion and a renowned CWA Christian – but her child was sick- very very sick… she needed an option because science, medicine and prayers had not yielded so far and the condition had visibly deteriorated.

It had taken her 6 years to finally bear a child in her late forties, after pleading with anything that had ears to hid to her plea… She was desperate – she slept at the alter in a pool of her tears and caressed the pews in a pitiful sight that even the most Piet of people would feel desperate for an instant miracle. No matter her effort to go unnoticed in the church for lingering hours after the service was over a few keen members remember her and will tell you the most devout Christian was this lady with a heart of pure cotton wool and hands that could sooth any misery in the church except her own… Which she wore the bravest face against.

Her answers to questions about the condition by other brethren’s was –
“the good lord in his own time will make everything beautiful again” or
“we are well and getting better by his grace” or the shortest one on days when her faith was tested to the brink – “his grace is sufficient”– there was never a time when she showed weakness in the face of her troubles – never until this day that took her legs to this path, shamelessly turning her back to God and her face from the light – her mind was made she was heading deeper and deeper into the abyss – the abyss of the mamalowoh for answers.

She delved deeper in the mat tents and palm fonts of the market sheds, dissapearing deeper into the darkness – the smell of rubbish at the back of the butchers abattoir – the stench of animal blood the number of cows which had been slaughtered and killed for their skin and their meat… hung thick in the air like a sacrifice of life reminding the earth of its own destruction.

This time of the night gave way for the earth to soaked the blood at the slaughter house, to cool and emit hot vaporised blood scented air that covered the market like a tainted invisible blanket at night time… She walked_ overhearing whispers of the men who hid in the corners of dark sheds planning their activities for the night… Lovers who could not afford a place for intimacy or hiding their disgraceful actions from the world used the venue as a rendezvous location to carry out the most bizarre of actions – she minded her business, rushing to her destination before dawn caught her like a masquerade, her pain and fear of losing the most precious thing she had, shoehorned her further into the darkness … without fear, dread or anything but the paramount uncertainty that was but certain to end in death and loss.