For her, hope made the present period less difficult to bear.
She might have been a slow walker, but she never walked backwards.
She never confused motion with action.
She lived so absolutely true that her very existence was an act of rebellion.
Her beauty might have been dangerous, but her intelligence was lethal.
She never claimed as a right, that which she should ask as a favour.
She was flawed, above all, she knew her demons.
YakekponoAbasi Adams Ufodiama