THE FOUR-WAY STOP

To the memory of my Mother, Ezinne Grace Nnedimnobi Irosonna Elendu Uwakwe,

whose final whispers on her dying bed became a sacred anchor,

suspended in the dust of my twenty-year detour.

Though I ran hard in the chariot of my own exceptionality,

chasing horizons born of personal pursuit,

the ink of your prayers never dried in the deep waters.

And to the Fellow Wanderer,

currently frozen in the stillness of a 2:00 AM midnight,

paralyzed at the intersection of your own transactional drama.

This treatise is dedicated to the breaking of your ego,

the dismantling of your artificial defenses,

and the glorious resurrection of your forgotten assignment.

You are not arriving late.

You are arriving processed.