This is a photograph of my grandmother, great grandmother and my older brother, around late 1980’s or earlier. My grandmother is wearing a red and white lace African outfit with her head customarily tied with my bother on her lap.  That leaves my  great grandmother wearing a dark brown outfit with colorful patterns. They are comfortably sitting down on a tan sofa visiting a relative or two or so it seems. The house could be where I lived back home with just different arrangements.
This is one of the few pictures I have of my grand parents. A lot of the memorable photos that my family had, all were destroyed and misplaced. But this photo survived,
My mother first tired to enlarge this photo from a 4 by 4 size  to a 8 by 8 inch size. This picture has always been so special to me because this is the only picture I have of both of my grandparents together. I never met my grandmother because she died before I was born, but I knew my great grand mother growing up
Every time I look  at this picture, it remains me of the times me and siblings bothered my great grandmother. I was around seven years old or younger. I remember making fun of how she walked and how she spoke so softly you had to came close to her lips to hear whatever it was she was saying. She used to always say “you guys leave me,” in my native language creole. She didn’t say much but her disciple ways were always something to look back on and laugh.
Looking at this photography brings me back to the times my great grand mother ate fufu and okra. This meal is serve in Sierra Leone. I remember always avoiding to eat with her or eat her left overs because she was old. As a child I hated eating left overs from old people because I thought it was grist. I remember her constantly screaming at me for this habit I had, but she loved me anyhow, she would say ate or you’re going to go to sleep hungry
I can also remember the day she died just from looking at this picture, her body was cold and she became very tiny. This picture means the world to me and I am glad to share this. I was influence by Zadie Smith “Scenes from the smith family Christmas.”
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