Adikwu Alechenu

It begins with so much sense. The depiction of family, the self and the selfishness within it, of holding on to relationships long dead and the dying. You will mourn with her at the beginning, it'll still make sense then, but then the chaos that follows the mourning will ensue, and from then on only those who's lost life unbearably and danced with madness in a futile attempt to make sense of life or even death will follow, futilely. I couldn't help but laugh through a lot of it though. Something about being African and watching white people being ritualistic in all the wrong ways.