When you lose a person you love, you are expected to cry, to shed tears of pain and anguish, to roll on the floor as you bite back the curses you have for God. Afterwards, you shrink. You retreat into yourself. You become stoic: unmoving, unresponsive, unreactive. Until the name of the one you lost is invoked, then you send glares of death to the fool who does not understand that you have become glass: hollow, fragile, and sad to look as you are empty. You lock yourself up in your room and it’s expected that you don’t come out for the next three days.
This is beautiful and relatable 🤍🥺
😭😭 so heart wrenching, I love it
These words levitate me.
Lyrical and beautiful from beginning to end.
Thank you for writing this Irawo, it's beautiful
'Wow'