On a quiet commute, I found myself asking a question I couldn’t ignore: what is the point of all this? What followed was a slow, uncomfortable unraveling — one that forced me to confront who I had been, and who I was no longer willing to be.
On a quiet commute, I found myself asking a question I couldn’t ignore: what is the point of all this? What followed was a slow, uncomfortable unraveling — one that forced me to confront who I had been, and who I was no longer willing to be.
Koya Nkrumah 