our darling

Stepping out and wondering when did this happen? how did we get this far? on whose shoulder did we ride? all this questions running through and streamlining our every breath. So here we are lighting candles sharing memories and for some five minutes, someone swears to live right as we never know when God will call us all to come home to rest. Everyone would keep asking "what life is all about" "why the good ones die young" and "and if someone ever told them that person wont be there they would fight and argue". Personally, i think that is Nigeria's way of mourning.It is confusing and shocking as you stare at your phone [which nowadays are the easiest means of breaking the sad news] and wonder if you are been tricked or something. Wild thought running round and you feel like you are in a field or a maze not knowing the way home.A part of you seems to quit existing and all you can do is stare. MOURNING is like renting a beautiful silk material into pieces juss after paying through your nose to acquire it. The last thing anyone wants to think about is memories, we'll rather ask why future activites were snatched from us and why we wont be able to plan trips with you, gist with you, cause trouble,put head together and laugh loudly and get funny stares from people, how u say "maami,bawo laa se maa se 304? how i would always be at ease knowing you will tell me what elective to choose, I never thought one day bout it cuz every semester you'll tell me what elective would be less problem, how you tease non stop about your daddy[ies] and all we found gistable and how i trust u completely and how much we planned final year week and trip. Am sad and sorry i missed all those things dat seemed little. ALL THE THANK YOUS I never remembered to say, I wish i brought the sweets till we finished exams you really loved them and dat smile that creeps up wen u see them. how u always asked me what is goin on btwn Dami and myself and how much you wanted us to get better. I wish you were here so i can tell you just how much all our talks and ur encouragement meant to me. And I honestly wish someone here could understand how much ur death means and how it has broken every part of me up. For now, i will hold on to dat smile on your face wen you taught me how to play snookers, how i kept running to you in the pool trusting u to kip me safe from dose naughty boys. IBIKUNLE DAUDA AFOLABI,we love you and we miss you terribly. may God grant you rest and soothe Iya Moji whom u so much luv.