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Don’t tell me not to cry: A Story around Grief, Toxic Positivity and Religion
My earliest recollection of grief was at 5 years old when my grandfather passed away. The adults were very kind to me as they knew how connected I was with him. Grandpa and I had spent hours upon a time, bonding in the kitchen, and he would pick me up from school. If it were not for pictures, it would be hard for me to describe his features – what stayed imprinted on my mind were how his hands looked and the experiences we shared. How warm and secure they felt when he held me in a hug or carried me to different spaces. As young as I was, I…
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ENLIGHTENMENT : A CONTEMPORARY NOVEL, WRITTEN BY BEATRICE FOFANA
It was dark; she knew because the birds had started “chipping ”. It has been dark in her mind for a while now. She also knew that it was going to be a long night. The pillows were cold, just the way she likes them from a hot day outside. Truth is she has always preferred them warm by someone she likes. She lay on the pillow gently, eyes wide open but seeing nothing around her, she caressed the other pillow with no thought, that it is actually cold. Her mind has flown out to the events of the previous night. She bit her lips softly as if she needed…
