Whoever read one of my long posts on here about the death-count in the year 2013 or the elegy I wrote about my sister Taye, would either not open this link at all or just tag me a “death-writer” if eventually he/she did. This can be perceived from how you are hastily scrolling your eyes away from this preamble part to see what I got in mind to drop this time. I can hear the question in conc Igbo pigin….”say who die again!!!”
This is not aimed to be
long cos I gotta rush back to my Advanced
Endocrinology textbook [exams ‘got me at the moment]. Trust me I would have
made you go 4/5 pages as usual bet no time. How ever way you want to digest
this, either by finding a chair to grace your butts or to just stand hear me
out like watching your favourite game and listening to the commentary (would
prefer that) – lets just get into this together.
The bold verb in my
theme already blew the trumpet (I say this all the time), I can hear all the
deep sighs and hiss like “say what you
have to say joor.” What if I told you that after my 2013 tale of loss and
the 3rd April grief of my sister which I can never forget, I have
yet counted three more souls down the lane. My aunt’s passing away which
seconded our family tragedy, a friend whom the whole 400 level Accounting department
of Lautech yet mourns since week past Jibola and Anti Ronke in my area of
blessed memories who sells me weavons and cosmetics. Here we are! I will spare
you the details of these deceased persons neither would I shoulder being bereaved
alone. I know there are people out there reading this piece who have sure lost
a soul or more, it doesn’t have to be a direct relation but just a person you recognize.
Mind you I am not the only one who knows even these people I lost, they are
someone’s brothers, sisters, friends, lovers and children too so you see I am
not alone.
Please pinch me on the
wrist this is becoming long! What I meant to talk to you about can be clearly
expressed form one of my weird imaginary pictures. Everyone who has seen the
least of a scene in a play station soccer game before will get this right. I am
not a fan of soccer neither the game itself but I have obsessed brothers and
friends who made me uninterestingly catch a glimpse so I stand corrected to
whatever lame term I use here. I just need you to feel me!
There is this arrow
that points on the players’ head like a cursor when one wants to make a pass right?
That remains the only element I succeeded in sticking to my brain from the game and
that’s why it became a significant subject of description in this write up
today. Ok I hope you already know what I am referring to? It’s not what I know
well like Biology and Grammar, my bad for not making proper research before
hitting this page. I only trusted that you’ll have my back on this. Pls let’s
just call it a “Cursor” (I still
stand corrected).
Upon everyone’s head (including you and I), I had a picture of this “cursor” like an invisible or spiritual sight. This cursor in my world of imagination serves as a “live indicator” -- a digital pointer of life upon everyone of us. This cursor upon my late friend’s head sure must have been beeping in countdown to his death day, while I imagined that on the new born’s head to be full and green with life but the one on you and I’s head we do not know its status. *sighs* Shall we then not ask who is next but pray to God the giver and taker of life never to kill us no more. Remember the lost ones were part of us and it is God alone who can KILL. I am not of the thinkers that men can kill. I just always wish we could live forever….
Recite your verses of
His protection, mercies and grace. Kiss me distinctions in my final papers.
Love Always!
Sa'eedah
Love Always!
Sa'eedah
