I would have called you Maame Maya…it’s been 2 years today since you left us….back in the 60’s, you came down and lived in Accra, you learnt Fanti, you loved kenkey, worked at the Ghanaian Times, mastered our sayings like “Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt”…you wrote about the “ceremonial fontonfrom drums waking the morning air in Takoradi”…your poems grace my bedside table for still, I need to rise….you may be American by birth but your soul was and will always be ours….Dr Maya Angelou, RIP!