How odd it is

How odd it is to find oneself unexpectedly parent-less

Little Did I know

Three years ago, my mother was living her last days but I didn’t know that. I had no clue. And her sudden death was and has been traumatizing.. I certainly thought I did. But little did I know that the last time I saw my mom had been the last. That..that hug at dawn on…

A Gentler Grief

There’s something about the sun shining this way through my Kitchen window while I cook that reminds me of mom. Mom loved to cook and she made the best dishes though I may be biased just a little😄 I miss you mom. Two years and seven months later it still surprises me that you are…

A Gentler Grief

There’s something about the sun shining this way through my Kitchen window while I cook that reminds me of mom. Mom loved to cook and she made the best dishes though I may be biased just a little😄 I miss you mom. Two years and seven months later it still surprises me that you are…

In grief and hope, maybe

Missing mom a lot today. Came across this poem titled How we Survive by Mark Rickerby while looking for something to mirror the devastation I am feeling today, have been feeling of late. And I did, there is no scarcity of that. The paragraph below hit me as I wanted it to and I cried…

Surprised by an Expected Grief Ambush

Two things were happening this weekend. I say two things as if life happens in a vacuum but it does not. But two things were happening, First of all, the 22nd was going to be nine months since mom passed away unexpectedly and the 23rd was going mark 25 years since we lost our brother…

Tea time

4 o’clock was a time for tea. It would go something like this “Mom, tukunywe chai?” “Ni saa ngapi?” “Saa kumi mom” “Basi, tumana maziwa, tupike chai.” Off someone would go, buy milk if there was none. Or just make tea. It’s tea time now. Wish mom was here to have tea. She so loved…