ACCRA, Ghana — I was here in Ghana when the news about my lil’ cousin D’Chaun came. Months later, I’m still staggering, lost somewhere between grief and anger in this cloud of death and uncertainty that has unsettled our lives since the pandemic.
These feelings find — swarm, overshadow me — despite my corner here in this West African paradise as the ocean waves crash, and the wind blows through the branches of coconut and palm trees.
