It is exactly five years this morning when the doctor called and asked me to rush to the hospital
I went in and met her still looking very beautiful but gone
I was the first person outside of the medical personnel to see her in her new state
She was calm, beautiful and morbidly sexy.
I hugged her, stood there, couldn’t cry and just stared at her beautiful face
It’s five years down the line and it’s been a struggle trying to adjust
You never will understand this feeling until u lose someone you have exchanged fluids with and created life with
Others can only claim proximity, or scream bloodlines but will never share the intimacy that comes with the conjoining of organs which throws up a different kind of oneness
Mena and I created life. Life has my blood running in his veins and with this comes the immortality of our coexistence as the blood line has been assured of a brave continuity
I never remember dates, thanks to my ongoing struggle with ADHD but my sweet sister Uyo has taken it as her life duty to serve me reminders
She triggered me this morning and I thanked her cos for me it’s a continuous flow and not a start and stop thing as it is for others
Mena would have been 57 this year. She was one year older than I something she never ceased to remind me during our many fights
The fights were plenty and she will rant and shout about how I was suffering her and how she was missing Ola her ‘real love of my life’ and I will say go back to him and she will say, you are jealous of a dead man
But those fights defined the bond. A bond the world never understood or would understand even till this day.
She didn’t travel, she transmuted into another phase, and this is why I owe no apology to anyone on how I remember her or preserve her legacy, cos it was just the two of us in that bedroom.
Keep resting
Duke of Shomolu