I met Maya Angelou in a small overcrowded kitchen a little over 19 years ago.
At the time, she was familiar to me only in name–as the author of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.
I hadn’t read it.
A friend whom I was visiting, handed me an anthology of her poems, and said, “I’d like you to meet Maya Angelou.”
For the better part of an hour, I held her words in my hands and ingested them one by one.
Since then, like millions of others, I have benefited from her words, talks, and appreciated her incredible journey of survival.
Angelou’s history was arduous, and I cannot adequately detail it here. But make no mistake, most lives would surrender under the adversity she courageously faced.
Her work will continue to fertilize the world. And while her body and mind will now lay and rest, her spirit will live on … and “rise.”by