It has been seven years since I last heard my father’s echoing laughter. The warmth in his voice now rests only in memory. Jamaica Kincaid once wrote that losing a parent is like losing the shield between you and eternity.

Ojanji declared, laughing her most cynical laughter, the kind that made you feel both insulted and entertained at the same time

What you meant when you said “Okule obone” (Grow up and see) I have grown, seen life, still seeing Now I know better Thank you, Mum

Let us use the front door", Kendra said to me on our arrival to her beautiful home at the Sterling Lakes Estate in Houston.

When does Louisville go to bed? The travel clock toys with my head.

When does Louisville go to bed? The travel clock toys with my head. I went to sleep at 8:00 p.m. — the sky still clear as day. At 5:30 a.m., I rise again to a sky that smiles as though it never slept.

Every home she’s ever lived in, she finds her spot — one window, preferably facing the road. That becomes her special place. She leans there, prays there, and chases away demons she didn’t invite.

"First time visitors, please stand up. One of the ministers called. I rose beside Jane half-smiling, half-hoping it wouldn’t be too dramatic. But this was America, drama is part of their being.