It was in the house I had always known as “Bode Thomas” that the news was broken. First I saw my dad’s older brother and then his younger sister and suddenly there were several familiar faces around. I heard someone say gently to my grandpa, “Taiwo ti s’alaisi”.
When I was 4 years old, my mom died. I do not remember how I transitioned to the absence of her being, or the lack of a voice that shot me up with startling happiness. I do not even remember her voice.