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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Random Musings: Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving

‪#‎FindingTheEXTRAORDINARYinTheOrdinary‬ There’s something magical about thanksgiving, in particular cooking for beloved family and friends. All the clanging of crockery, the loud clunking of pots and pans. The spices floating up our senses and all around the home.

The excited chatter of young and old voices, the sly and naughty peeks into the many pots, still cooking on the stove; tasting a sauce here, a piece of meat there, a still-warm piece of bread, fresh out of the oven.

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#26. The Magic of ‘Sister-Friends.’

 

Day 10. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

Poem: The magic of ‘sister-friends’

We almost believed the myth of our alone-ness 

The lies and fallacies of our sad separate-ness

We are not just a part, we are also part of a whole

We’re connected in heart, spirit and soul

This is the magic of having a true friend

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