
Still Here, Still Hurting is an unflinching, compassionate, and culturally grounded companion for every African who has ever loved someone deeply and been left to manage the consequences of that love in a world that does not always know what to do with grief. It was written because the existing literature on grief, while valuable, often speaks to a different cultural world. It was written because African communities do remarkable things when someone dies — and also leave significant gaps that their people quietly struggle in. It was written because too many African people are carrying losses they have never been given permission to name, in bodies that are telling them the truth that their mouths have not yet been allowed to say.