First she noticed the eyes. Open empty globes stared up at the ceiling in the small office. She hurried over to the body. A scent of expensive perfume hung in the air. In front of a large wooden desk, Candace lay crumpled on the linoleum floor.
"In traditional West Africa, humans and spirits have always stood side-by-side occasionally reaching over to tap one another on the shoulder, as if to remind each other of their mutual existence. Whatever tenuous line is drawn between them is porous; humans must hold their ground as spirits - malicious, capricious and sometimes benevolent - wander." Shhhh! There are spirits lurking... Culture, Language, Daybo, May 20, 2019.