In My Father’s Robe (Remembrances of a Beloved Father…) by Juliet ‘Kego

On December 5, 2010, a part of me died (and rose again), more alive than ever. My father transformed from this formed plane of earthly existence to the formless beauty of the heavens…

A day before that, I had launched an organization I co-founded with a friend.

More than anyone on the planet, he knew why this was an important new path for me to walk. I knew I had his unwavering support. During his burial, I had to wear his chieftaincy robe and carry his customized fan. The honour! I really do love certain parts of our culture (not the oppressive, patriarchal, limiting parts…Yes, I said it! Lol)

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