I remember you today mother, poet, Friend and mentor, Your words gave life perfection, your words gave me a Niche. You still inspire even in your state of rest, your foot prints are still bold and visible, yes it is, because you intended and made it so. I for one will make sure, it shines bolder and brighter, for i will write write, till there are no gadgets, papers, walls ,grounds or platform to write on, then i will resort to my voice, i will speak and speak till my time on earth is over. In my ethnic group we call your kind "Achalugo Nwanyi" You fought a Good fight mama, A fight that benefited me and people around you. You are a rooted ornament, the kind of woman, i want to be, my kind of woman. FROM THE STABLES OF MAYA Out of the huts of history shame, I rise From a past that is rooted in shame I rise I am a black ocean leaping and wide, welling and swelling i bear the tide. Still i rise You may shoot me with your words You may cut ...