Exactly one year ago today.

Exactly one year ago today, my father, the venerated Yoruba writer, Oladejo Okediji, joined the ancestors. His transition proved to me the truth in the saying that death is an illusion.

One does not die.

I still see him in the house,

discuss with him in my studio,

drink with him in my parlor,

dance with him at my parties,

just as I used to.