By Abass Sesay
A piece dedicated to all who feel Despair and are Afraid.
Born at night, laid a little boy in the arms of his mother who had loved him even before his heart was formed.
Hands with the tenderness that could lay all the chaos of the world to rest.
Her mind became a cathedral to give thanks and praises for such a beautiful boy.
“Abass,” she whispered my name in honour of an uncle,
echoing throughout the land that she loves.