Category: Ntabeni

How My Father’s Death Led to a Book

My father’s  death, after almost a lifetime of absence, seems to close the yawning chasm between us. I feel him closer in death than when he was alive. The seed of an “inclination to look back on history” was planted the day I heard he had died.

Silence Where Words Fail You

The silent grief when faced with unimaginable suffering at the hands of evil. The haunting image of the solitary figure of a seemingly broken Pope Francis on his visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau in Poland during World...