A Song for the Queen.
First, a cliché—“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” Detroit, Michigan. Christmas, 1996. It was my 6th day in America. Queen Onajite was introduced to my family by our hosts, Mr. and Mrs. Wanogho. She arrived in her Silver Honda Accord with her name boldly inscribed on the nameplate. It…

