Changing the focus of my book, as I mentioned in my previous post, also resulted in a change of landscape. For some reason, I found myself writing a story in which the dead are running things. Not in a horror type of way but more in an Afrofuturistic vein. Not sure if the ACNH fits that genre but I’m taking it upon myself, as the author, to say the genre is flexible enough to incude my story.
That said, since this is not a tale with the tenets of Christianity at its core, my dead live on a planet in deep space called The Ancestral Lands. I’ve written a brief description of the planet which I share below:
About the Ancestral Lands
A planet with the ability
to shield itself
like Wonder Woman’s plane
and/or Wakanda.
A repository, a home
for all the souls
whose hearts were as light
as a feather.
There is no concept
of hell up here.
The closest we get
is Mount Olympus.
Turns out that Greek mythology
manifests itself up here as reality.
Great Caesar’s Ghost
the primary agent of chaos:
burning down libraries
trying to reconnect with Cleopatra
and just generally
being a bother.
The souls who arrived here
with their Orishas intact
have plans that will stamp out
such annoyances.
In the meantime
we are awaiting the completion
of the Mami Wata Ancestral Library.
Tichaona Chinyelu 
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