THE FUCKENING
When a tree falls, the people of science look to science to explain the fall. Maybe it had been hollowed out with age and the wind during a storm was too strong for it. However, in our culture, occurrences such as these do not get the luxury of a scientific explanation. The week my brother died, a tree fell in my grandfather’s compound. It was right on the edge, so part of it blocked the road and another part fell into the neighbor’s land. I could swear that for every death in the family, there’s always been a premonition if you ask, my brother’s was the tree. Similar to the tree, the suicide did not get the luxury of a scientific explanation. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself… Grief isn’t how it’s portrayed in movies, I imagined my family and I having vigils to sit and talk and cry together. Instead, my mom spent most of her time hosting guests who had come to pass their condolences, and my brother, my cousin and I spent most of our time together playing a game on my br...
