On Death in America: A Nigerian Perspective

The first time I saw a corpse was walking to the barracks with the house help, near 21 road junction, Festac Town. Actually, now that I think of it, that's not true. I did see Grandma's corpse, but her case is different. Her body was carefully prepared and placed in

The Art of Grieving

This past summer, I lost a friend. My best friend's mother, in fact. I've known this family for half of my life and watched as cancer took its toll. I consider myself lucky that I was able to be with her in her final days and in her final moments.