I am Blaq


Photo source
Loss comes to us all sooner or later, in one form or another. I have lost lots of things in my short life – friends, clothes, toys, boyfriends, even a very dear phone. But at this point, the only loss that really affected me is the death of my grandmother.

I was only 7 when my grandmother came to live in the city with us six months after my grandfather died (and after performing all the necessary traditional rites required of a widow, of course). Before that, I only saw her during Easter and Christmas periods. Now, she would live the last nine years of her life in the next room.

Although I was in boarding school for the last six years of her life, we were fairly close. As close as our culture would allow. She was a very humble woman, yet strong, as independent as any…

View original post 426 more words


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s