Sometimes you read a story so powerful you have to immediately share it with everyone. This story from Osundolire Oladapo Ifelanwa is one of those.

Not long ago, I stood in front of the mirror with my face lathered up for a shave when I realized that I looked just the way he did at the morgue where I offered to give him one last shave so he could look good in death. The contrast of his enamel-coloured teeth against the white of the shaving cream and, most especially, the lack of expression on his face — all these stared back at me as I stopped to stare at my reflection.

The Many Mornings After