Our Blog Posts
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She Left Me Light
(For Christina Lux) Some friendships begin in language— ours did. French syllables, colonial histories, shared passions for voices that had survived the fracture of empire. She met me not just as a colleague, but as a guide. A quiet cartographer mapping the places where my mind had not yet dared to go. When I struggled,
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Nne Ọha (Mother of Many)
(For my sister-in-law, my sister by choice) They wonder if it’s herwho shares my bloodinstead of my brother. And I smile,because they aren’t wrong. We metwhen she was just a girlfalling into love with my brother—young, soft-spoken,eyes full of promise. I opened my door to her,not knowing I was also opening my heartto a forever
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My Brother, My Fortress
(For my brother) He is just three years older,but somehowhe’s always felt like the onewho walked ahead—clearing the path,watching my back,pulling me up when I stumbledand pushing me forward when I forgot my worth. He is my brother,but alsomy father,my counselor,my reminder that lovecan be tough,and still deeply tender. There were things I couldn’t tell