when yaa gyanfuah threw her eyes on the mirror walls of the restaurant she saw the debris of what was love on her face
It is not death we must pray against or fear but rather sickness. Because sickness leaves us in between standing for life and falling for death. To be sick is to battle for life against death. It means something is coming for your dreams and aspirations, something is erasing your name gradually from the living and at the same time registering your name in the books of death.