She Would Be King

by Wayétu Moore

They told us we had no history but darkness, so they kept the books away for fear we might understand the truth better, and thus find those lost selves.

Alike spirits separated at great distances will always be bound to meet, even if only once; kindred souls will always collide; and strings of coincidences are never what they appear to be on the surface, but instead are the mask of God.

“The girl with the biggest gift of us all. Life. If she was not a girl or if she was not a woman; if she was not a woman or if she was not a witch, she would be king,” I said.