Poetry

My Sisters Keeper

Her father is not my own.
My mother is not her own.
Our surnames would never be
synonymous
and yet she is mine.
©Assumpta Ozua 2014

I know for sure that I have mentioned guarding your sphere of influence jealously on my blog before. Nevermore has this been more pertinent for me than now.

As a result, I am super grateful for helpers of destiny and keepers of the dream – more specifically, my dreams. With that being said, meet the ‘big sis’ I was blessed with a few years ago.

Feel free to go stalk / follow her on Instagram @AbeJawando she’s phenomenal and her shoe game is always on point!

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