Buried Fountains
3 weeks after her father died, Yetunde went back home. It did not matter that they had already buried him and she never got to say her goodbyes because she considered those already said a long time ago. She only came home because her mother begged her to, she had called and cried. Had said Yetunde owed her this, owed her because she was her mother and her father was her father.
Buried Fountains
3 weeks after her father died, Yetunde went back home. It did not matter that they had already buried him and she never got to say her goodbyes because she considered those already said a long time ago. She only came home because her mother begged her to, she had called and cried. Had said Yetunde owed her this, owed her because she was her mother and her father was her father.
Remembering
For the purpose of this essay, grief is a woman.
Concert at The End of The World
The roof was gone What was originally a high ceiling with beams and chandeliers was now replaced with the sky – it spread vast and expansive, black and soft, speckled with stars that shone brightly, unblinking.Underneath the open sky, the concert hall buzzed with voices; not excitement but of something different, just as palpable but quieter. It was of grief, and it hung heavy in the air.
Concert at The End of The World
The roof was gone What was originally a high ceiling with beams and chandeliers was now replaced with the sky – it spread vast and expansive, black and soft, speckled with stars that shone brightly, unblinking.Underneath the open sky, the concert hall buzzed with voices; not excitement but of something different, just as palpable but quieter. It was of grief, and it hung heavy in the air.
