By Federico Smith Ellington October 2013 I am Federico, Mrs. Ellington’s son. My younger brother Alberto, more known as Spooks, and I were adopted by our great aunt Maud E. Ellington, and her husband Charles W. Ellington. We called…
As we left to find our fortunes we surely heard you say "Don't forget the lessons you've been taught and don't forget to pray" Your red light in the distance then we saw it turn to green Quickly you were…
The ‘Gyambo’ “Bottom of the Well” Experience By Dr. Ricardo Millett Introduction The following essay was inspired by a poem written during a ‘racial healing workshop’ my colleagues and I managed in Mississippi some years ago. The poem came to me…
(The following story captures the fond and memorable experiences of one of our beloved Gyambo residents, Ronaldo E. Sealey. He wrote a hand written version of this story years ago before he passed in November 2001. Before he ‘moved on’…
by Federico Ellington Smith A little girl name Mona and her grandmother Madeh lived in a village called Holy Cross in a land soon to be forgotten, except by the people who lived there. Nobody knows exactly how and…