Baba (father) has been sitting on the rocking chair for close to an hour and I am sure he is lost in his thoughts with Simon Chimbetu’s song Samatenga on repeat. He hasn’t touched his coffee and l bet it has turned into a cold coco-cola beverage. My father’s life will never be the same […]
The path to recovery after loss is certainly not the same for all of us. I have learnt a few things (mostly the hard way). Though saying that I expect anyone to find my experience exactly compatible with their situation would be a bad lie, if there is even a slight possibility that my experience about death, loss, and grief may be helpful to another living soul, here goes.
The pain, the grief, the loss Is felt at the core of our souls. We live with grief. Every day. Beyond the dirty past, beneath the hard scars are fresh wounds We live with them. Every day. Grief is our second rib. Our constant companion Existing without her is unfathomable She is there in December […]
I miss you every single day. I see you in every stranger that I meet. I feel you in every song, the lyrics remind me of our conversations. Sometimes I stop at your scent, with hopes of seeing you. There are days when it’s easier, and those days I tell myself that you are better […]