Greetings, my people, my family, my Tribe, as Uncle Lawrence (Stuartie) woulda seh. By the way, I know he's looking at this whole publishing movement I got going on and laughing to himself.
"I tell yuh! Omodele, yuh come from good people, yuh only playing schupid!"
This first post is for all the Elders who have transcended, not out of our lives, but into the innermost depths of our hearts, the inter most parts of our memories, and the most intimate part of our story.
Auntie Carmen, Auntie Lorna, Auntie Hazel, Uncle Brian, Auntie Pansy and Auntie Berle; Grand Dad (both of you); Kirkie and Ivor; Uncle Herman and Auntie Baby; Granny (the one I never met in person and the one that held me like I was the only person in the world); And I done already mention Stuartie. All trodding on in we heart and soul.
Never Gone! Never Forgotten!