Boafoa Offei-Darko
Zoe, I emailed you in February because it had been so long since we spoke. I know you saw it, but probably didn't have time to respond and I'm happy that I was able to reach out. You're on my mind all the time these days. Sometimes I burst into tears while I'm jogging as I realize again that I'll never hear your laughter again. Sometimes I giggle at random as I remember a story you told me about Nia or Jamir or your brother back in college. I look at our Facebook exchanges and am tickled by how I forced you to watch Sailor Moon Crystal only to stop watching it. Of course, you guilted me into continuing. We were kids. We were smart and we had the entire world in front of us, and we deserved it all. You still do. You still do.
I'm always thinking of you, friend. I'm always trying to be just like you. As I write and speak my truth I'm channeling you. I am blessed to have known you. I keep telling myself that and it's true, but it doesn't make the hurt go away.
Love you always, Zoe.
Boafoa





