♪ Oh my mother, my mother, my darling angel mother ♪
I awake to a green-hued forgetting
A rosy lovers paradise on the edge of oblivion and remembering
Oh mother, my mother, where am I that I should forget your voice
Where am I that I should cease to exist
A tender requiem for our Mabira
this, the disassembling of my bones and soul
like a decaying patchwork, the island and all our ties drift to nothing
A top view of a man in a boat. Makasutu Village, Gambia. ©Christina Nwabugo
Stylish women in matching attire at the 2017 Ojude Oba Festival. Ijebu Ode, Nigeria. ©Benita Nnachortam