EFUA

IN MEMORY OF OUR BELOVED MOTHER EFUA KURANKYIWA TAYLOR

My Mother, 

Efua, 

Friday born,

Sitting in the park with children, grand-children, nephews, nieces laying around on the green grass. 

A picnic - the calling of her clan.

Mum, Famama, the grandchildren called her.

Famama walking with her third leg, 

Her single silver walking stick, 

Her body swaying to the music in the park. 

Sounds of her chopping and blending dried herbs and greens to be eaten or made into creams for both body and hair. 

The scents, her favourites, 

Lavender, Geranium, Tea Tree Oil, Patchouli 

Amber incense sticks sending whiffs of smoke when a breeze billowed through the house. 

Famama was bouncy, soft, full of laughter, cuddly 

An Actress, a fighter for Black physically challenged in London. 

A Tony Robbins Firewalker 

A motivator She always had open arms 

Like a mother hen, kept us safe. 

REST IN PEACE FAMAMA 1938-2018 

 

(c) Mariska Taylor-Darko 2020