Ode to Mama: Her narrative is about why I tell many stories

Yesterday, my son would have left the Kenyan soil - for the first time in his life - to visit me in Houston city, US. Instead, as you read this, I shall be returning to Kenya to bury my mother. Thankfully, Tumaini still has two other grannies, but the one he identified from the hymn she sang whenever they met, is gone from us.

I wanted to take a break from writing, give myself time to mourn. But in the solitude of this space in Houston where I have no one to talk to, sharing her story is the only way to redeem my soul from drowning in sorrow.