Written by Jacob Ibrag
It’s fast. The peak of existence and its conclusion.
A man is gone, so is a father, a husband, a brother, a friend and a son. Billions mourning. Billions who have never met this man.
This feels like a reminder and a punishment. God gives and takes no matter your race, level of wealth or status.
It’s the sixth grade and Mrs. Cannon is complaining about Shaq’s free throw percentage. She wants him to pass, “you’ve got Mamba big man, don’t forget!”
We all had Mamba, and we always will.
Photo by JR Korpa
Rest In Peace Kobe Bryant, his thirteen year old daughter and the seven other souls we lost.