06/07/2020
Today with bittersweet emotions I remember my grandfather. A well of wisdom with who I did not spend enough time... My younger self, in pursuit of a western life and a white-washed worldview saw you as the traditionalist. Today I understand better. How I wish I had sat at your feet and asked you to tell me tales of the past, of your people, our people. Where did you grow up? How did you see God? What stories of your own childhood did you remember and what was life like back then? So many questions, so much I could have learnt. I was short-sighted, I was young, I was white-washed. Now the African woman in me is awakening, I am awakening Papy...
His favourite place was his farm (where I took this picture of him) He would escape to it, far from the city, and stay as long as he could before my grandmother a.k.a Mamy got too mad of his extended absence 😂. Then he would come back with baskets and baskets full of fruits 🍈 🥭 🍍 as if it was a peace offering... He knew better than to irritate his wife 😂 this wise man. He would go round giving them to friends and family..sigh..
To my grandfather, I honour your memory, I remember you and the quiet peace that emanated from you...today I speak your name and I hope that as long as I do so, something of you will always be with me. You are not forgotten Papy🖤
Double-tap if like me there is a forefather in your lineage, whether male or female, who has and maybe continue to inspire you to value your African heritage today!