by Sloane Angelou
my mother did not die of heartbreak
flesh is weak
love is not violent
the meek will inherit the earth
two loaves of bread and two fishes
whatever goes up must surely come down
guava trees in my father's compound
an iroko tree in its prime
i am the way the truth and the life
and though i walk through the valley and shadow of death i will fear no goodness.
Sloane Angelou is a storyteller & writer of West African origin; passionate about learning of human existence by interrogating human experiences. They exist in liminal spaces.