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My Ethiopian Brother
(For Abera) He came quietly, not like thunder but like spring rain. One moment we were strangers at the African Student Association meeting, the next— he was on the floor building towers of blocks with my children, laughing like he’d known them forever. He never asked if I needed help. He simply showed up. When…
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,…
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…