Rasna Warah was a bold African writer. 

I purposefully don’t use the term fearless as I doubt most people are. She wrote and she shared her work, and her portfolio is something to be proud of. I hope that as she passed, she was proud and content with her work. It is something to be admired especially because of the conditions under which she wrote. Bold. Admirable. 

I am happy and relieved that writers like her exist. She affirms hope and possibility which as Africans, where the abuse of colonizers instilled despair and affirmed that we were not worthy or enough, or that we were inferior, her work says something else. It says we are possible. We are worthy. There is better. It is possible. 

In a country like ours that doesn’t support independent progressive thought, she was, together with her work, a beacon of hope and possibility. She will be missed but she will never truly be gone.