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Daisy & Maya- Phenomenal Women

My sister, Liza Daisy Korukundo Turyatemba was born today, 28th May, twenty something years ago.

Dr. Maya Angelou, died, today, 28th May 2014.

It was once said of the literary genius who never obtained a college degree that; 'her skill in the kitchen is the stuff of legend...' The same can be said of my diva sister and even though she is on what I believe is a cooking hiatus, the world will one day enjoy the most delicious cakes and pastries from her oven.

My sister is phenomenal. I have gushed about her on here so y'all know how incredible I think she is. A few months ago I was going through a thing and I said to her how I had been feeling alone and looking at me like I was crazy, she said, ' why didn't you talk to me? You know you can talk to me?!' I felt so blessed and chastised all at once.

Miss Daisy
I know Daisy is not a particular fan of poetry but this phenomenal woman piece by Dr. Maya has always been one of her favourite pieces of writing.

The female this poem describes is who my sister is and I think in some interesting way, it is quite special that Dr. Maya should rest on the same day that one of the world's truly phenomenal women is celebrating her birthday.

I celebrate you, Daisy, today. Your life has only just began. Live it boldly. Live it reflectively. Chase down every dream. Forget not the God of your fathers. Stay young. Keep smiling. Keep shining. I love you loads. xoxo.

I celebrate you, Maya, today. You have lived your life well. Unafraid. Honest. Exemplary. You demonstrated to the world what that adage to be down but not out means. You beat some serious odds. You said/ wrote many deep things. You will be remembered- with fondness and honour. May we be conscious of people around us and make an effort to make them feel valuable, worthy.

Fare thee well. See you on the other side :-)

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