"Beauty for ashes" Remembering Mr. Nyam
Grief. The origin of the word (Latin and French) both symbolise a burden or something grave.That the emotion could even be captured in words is itself an amazing thing. In Hausa language, when you lose a loved one the condolence greeting to the mourner goes "Yaya hakuri?"Literally translated it means "How is the patience?" Interesting question I'll say, for a time when your emotions are all over the place. But I digress. My Dad passed 3 years ago, on this day 16th June 2019. It was the most horrid Sunday morning at 4am I'd ever experienced. Each year since then, not a day goes by I don't think of him. But the said day always gives me a moment to reflect on his life, how I'm journeying without him, how this has affected our immediate family either negatively or positively and how I can truly honour his memory and his legacy. Daddy liked to gist, he loved people and enjoyed having them over at the house. He had the sweetest smile. Charming, handsome, g
