Our Mama Dora
A procrastinated story . I had this untitled draft for about two years after my beautiful mother's passing. A lump in my throat and welling tears always managed to procrastinate this short peace. This picture above is my favorite amongst the many I've taken of her. It captures her whole nature- Mama Dora , as many in Goroka know her by or DN by her colleagues. Her eyes were kind and humble and always sincere. She wasn't a woman of many words but whenever she would speak, she would drop little gems of wisdom here and there. I loved her high cheeks, they would rise up when she smiles or laughs and the sides of her eyes would crinkle to let you know she got the joke. She had two faded arrow tattoos traditionally inked on either sides of her eyes and her voice was very gentle- the kind that made you know that everything was going to be alright. Just writing about her now, I am picturing her in this kolos, recall her motherly scent hinted with her favorite Elizabeth A