Love Me While You Have Me

I’ve always wondered what my eulogy would be like.

Morbid? I suppose, but still, I wonder what would be said of me.

She was funny?
She was smart?
She was a phenomenal friend?
I didn’t know her but I admired her?

I also wonder if I’d actually be aware of what would be said or written about me because then I’d be a spirit, right? And I don’t know if the spirits of the dead have any knowledge of the things that go on in the lives of the ones they leave behind (enlighten me if you have any idea, please). That’s why when I read certain eulogies, beautifully written pieces extolling a loved one who passes away, I wonder if the deceased knew how the bereaved felt about them while they still lived. I wonder if the deceased knew how loved they were, how important they were to the bereaved because the thing is: what’s the point in you telling me how you cared about me when I’m no longer alive to hear you say it? And then you’re filled with guilt and regret over things that should have been done and said but never were, as life, and all the hassle it sometimes brings, made you forget none of us will live forever. Continue reading “Love Me While You Have Me”

So, Why Are You Here Again?

I had planned on posting something different but life has a way of happening and changing so many things, right? About three weeks ago, I was with my sister in her bedroom when my mum walked in, looking slightly shaken.

“Hmm, you people,” she said. “I don’t know what is happening. I’m afraid. This life…This world we live in…”

She began telling us about how someone had just called to inform her about the death of another. The deceased was a man in his early forties, so, not old at all. Apparently he was found dead on the floor of his bathroom. It was a shock to everyone because it was sudden, and there had been no sign of illness, according to the last people who had seen him. We were sober, as is normal after hearing that sort of news, and this feeling increased later that night, when we heard of yet another death. But recurring stories about death is not the only basis for this post. Continue reading “So, Why Are You Here Again?”

Dear 2017…

Dear 2017,

I hope this letter meets you well. We are approaching the very end of 2016 and I just want to let you know how the year went. Hmm, truth be told, 2016 really tore me to pieces. One event after another after another after another from the very onset of the year. Every time I thought things couldn’t get worse, they actually did. It seemed as though each time I had that thought, the universe would say ‘You want to try me and see?’ It was like it just wanted to show me how extreme things could be. And my country has not been left out either. Nigeria is in quite the shambolic state at the moment and this has affected a great number of things. But I’m not writing to talk about Nigeria. My whole life this year has been enough to create a script for a dramatic Nollywood movie. Continue reading “Dear 2017…”