What was it she was supposed to do again? Breathe. Count. Crouch down, head between knees. She could hear Dr. V’s voice, but it wasn’t registering. Her head was spinning, and she was breathing way faster than she knew she should. She just wanted to get home
“… I wanted a good life for myself and this baby. And now I’m going to die.”
“And I know you must think I’m stupid, or that I’m a homewrecker. I have tried to put him out of my mind. I have tried to forget him. I have even tried to hate him so that maybe it’ll all just go away. I can’t.”
Kwesi was a beautiful black baby right on that first day. He was also a happy baby.
In my small mind, Nana was the only one who loved me. Oh, how she loved me!
Some people are generally put together, no matter what. The kind that can sit in a storm, as though they were having a tea party. Sayo was one of those…
…you have to make peace with the fact that you are the villain in someone else’s story even if you thought you were doing the right thing. You don’t get to tell them how to narrate their experience..
Your darling 007 came by. He spent the night with Naana. She’s been going on and on about how much he knows how to use his tools.
He was in tears when we got to the ward. Men don’t often show emotion in hospitals. The hallways are often littered with women or children, wailing about someone’s death or disease. But this man wailed, watching us initiate CPR.
Did we survive tribal prejudice only to break apart for medical reasons? Was this the universes way of telling me that Mawuli and I were not meant to be? Did the average couple go through all this? Or maybe we weren’t the average couple? I didn’t know what was going on!
