Norah Owaraga

Grieving for papa hardest phase to let go …

Thank you papa for your love of me. Post your death, several people who have no need or reason to lie to me, unprompted, have told me how you let them know how you loved me so. I now realize many ways in which you did try to shield me from hate, but I, busking…

Decolonize words and concepts

“The concept of Africans eating three meals a day, is post-colonial. In pre-colonial Africa, people ate whenever they were hungry. In one of the letters from the English to their missionaries in Congo, the sender spoke of how the negro mind had no proper perception of time and if they were going to get them…

Humbled …

“Humbled”, that is the word I hear used often, but which I, myself, rarely remember to use. Perhaps, because many times, actually, its usage is redundant. As in, for example, when they say “I am humbled … blah, blah”, it does not add value to what they said prior or what they say after. That…

My clan and blood sisters

Each time I get to hung with my clan sisters – Iretor and Amagoro – I am nourished, re-centered and rooted in love. Iretor is daughter to the late brother of my late papa, papa Otim; while Amagoro is daughter to the sister of my late papa, ija Adekete. Profiled photo is at Iretor’s home…