Cadette

For a moment my heart missed a beat

For a moment all my anxieties paled into insignificance

Then came a rush of memories

Of conversations and walks and meals

Of smiles and giggles and loud laughter

Can I really believe that her life’s account has been closed?

Will her vibrant soprano notes really not be heard any longer?

O how merciless sickness is and how devastating the calloused hands of death are!


She is gone but not forgotten 

I will always remember her when I eat or even see a bowl of Akple

The streets of Kwashieman and Madina market will always bring back recollections of her

I will keep the last 20 pounds she gave me as memorabilia

Really, is not our short life only about occupying space in the heart of God and man?

The Creator and Recreator of life will surely remember her too

By his undeserved kindness may this be a comma and not a period