Amara's Prism
Amara's Prism
her first birthday after you morphed
Dear Bambi Today November 6, is your mother's first birthday after you disappeared. That means her first birthday in 25 years without you. My heart breaks for her. Today, more than in the past 5 months. You changed the dynamics of our relationship when you left. I now dance around her. Like walking on eggshells. Including conscientiously reminding myself not to address her as 'Iya Bambi' mistakenly. And trust me, that is a very difficult thing to do after more than 20 years. The other day I called her Oke and it sounded strange to my ears. Your mother has become this
how walking with lions helped me walk through cancer
It was the summer of 2021. And we were at the Cap Vert Peninsula. Seated inside a restaurant at les Pointe Des Almadies. I hoisted myself onto the low wall separating the restaurant from the Atlantic Ocean and sat on it. Knees pulled up and arms folded across, I stared mesmerised at the beauty as the evening sun messed with the waters. Streaking its rays across the surface which purred idly like one being caressed by a lover. We sipped Bouye and Bissap while we waited for our A la carte seafood. The Senegalese somehow found a way to combine both drinks
watch me live, survive and thrive without you
Little Kifi, the fish, gleefully sprang up into the air, gulped some air and flipped her tail. Then dived back into the ocean. Swimming leisurely along, she reminisced on her recent encounter with another older fish, Azu. "Your life is tied to the Water. Outside of it, you cease to exist" "Must be a pitiable state to live" mused Kifi as she recalled the conversation with Azu. Although, Azu was white and bent with age with glazed over eyes, his senses of hearing and touch were still razor-sharp. The Renegade Meanwhile, earlier that day, Azu had noticed
the influencer who went viral and lost his life
This guy I follow. The baddest of Influencers. I call him Mr Loco. Because he is very weird. Met him offline before online became a thing. Very vociferous. Spares no one. Bucks the trend. Delights in annoying the establishment. "I do not care for my life. You are going to kill me anyway so I might as well say it as it is" As he stirred up more ruckus, his following grew. His followers got into arguments and fights. Became Voltrons, the defender of his Universe. "Stop defending me. I can take care of myself" he cautioned restraint Mindset upgrades. Lifestyle switches
her first birthday after you morphed
Dear Bambi Today November 6, is your mother's first birthday after you disappeared. That means her first birthday in 25 years without you. My heart breaks for her. Today, more than in the past 5 months. You changed the dynamics of our relationship when you left. I now dance around her. Like walking on eggshells. Including conscientiously reminding myself not to address her as 'Iya Bambi' mistakenly. And trust me, that is a very difficult thing to do after more than 20 years. The other day I called her Oke and it sounded strange to my ears. Your mother has become this
how walking with lions helped me walk through cancer
It was the summer of 2021. And we were at the Cap Vert Peninsula. Seated inside a restaurant at les Pointe Des Almadies. I hoisted myself onto the low wall separating the restaurant from the Atlantic Ocean and sat on it. Knees pulled up and arms folded across, I stared mesmerised at the beauty as the evening sun messed with the waters. Streaking its rays across the surface which purred idly like one being caressed by a lover. We sipped Bouye and Bissap while we waited for our A la carte seafood. The Senegalese somehow found a way to combine both drinks
watch me live, survive and thrive without you
Little Kifi, the fish, gleefully sprang up into the air, gulped some air and flipped her tail. Then dived back into the ocean. Swimming leisurely along, she reminisced on her recent encounter with another older fish, Azu. "Your life is tied to the Water. Outside of it, you cease to exist" "Must be a pitiable state to live" mused Kifi as she recalled the conversation with Azu. Although, Azu was white and bent with age with glazed over eyes, his senses of hearing and touch were still razor-sharp. The Renegade Meanwhile, earlier that day, Azu had noticed
the influencer who went viral and lost his life
This guy I follow. The baddest of Influencers. I call him Mr Loco. Because he is very weird. Met him offline before online became a thing. Very vociferous. Spares no one. Bucks the trend. Delights in annoying the establishment. "I do not care for my life. You are going to kill me anyway so I might as well say it as it is" As he stirred up more ruckus, his following grew. His followers got into arguments and fights. Became Voltrons, the defender of his Universe. "Stop defending me. I can take care of myself" he cautioned restraint Mindset upgrades. Lifestyle switches
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Thank you for pausing here. Excited is how I feel seeing you!
This journey of Life for me is more about soaking in the detours, layovers and stopovers than the destination.
Now join me to sit under this shade while we catch up over cardamom and cinnamon-infused chai.
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I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU
Interested in sharing your stories?
Writing as a guest blogger?
Need help working on your Projects?
I am here for you.