There are a myriad of voices to be heard in a cemetery if you listen. There are contented sighs from people enjoying well deserved rest from their labors, gnashing of teeth by evil persons only remembered with curses, and the stunned unrest of people taken suddenly in sickness, accident, or disaster. There is the oblivious peace of stillborn babies and dead infants who escaped the corruption of the world albeit unbeknownst to them; and the tormented wails of vengeful souls …
Tag: Death
Je dédis ce monologue à ma sœur Tokossel qui est atrocement mutilée et à ma sœur Seynabou qui est morte l’année dernière, à 40 ans, laissant ses jumeaux et 6 autres enfants. I recant this monologue …
Dear Adventurers, It’s with a heavy heart that I write to announce the death of my beloved granny. She passed away 4 days ago and she was 87 years old. When I hurriedly booked my flight …