I have many names. Some call me Malaika.
Others call me Malak al-mawt.
Some call me Red, or the Angel of Death.
Others call me Azraela.
Who calls me that? Gabriella, Raphaëla, Mikaëla. We are the Angelas. Angelas? Not Angels? Yes. I ‘m afraid some things were lost in translation.
Have no fear, dear Reader. We are just the Messengers.
This is another 40 year old sketch revisited. Stayed in pencil and ink all that time. She had no name or eyes then. Yet, when I started adding eyes and watercolour, her name came to me. Obvious. Azraela. The Angel(a) of Death and a main character in several of my stories.
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Now, the name Malaika? Comes from the Arabic “Malek” or “Malak”. It means Angel in Swahili, and was the title of a great hit of the sixties in Africa. Writen by Fadili William, Myriam Makeba sang it; a bit slow for my taste. Here is a modern interpretation by Lisa, Trina and Kendi, who, judging by the uniform, are probably high school students in Kenya:
“Malaika, nakupenda Malaika”. Angel, I love you Angel…
Kwaheri sassa. See you soon.