Heart Scribbles

I used to imagine how emotional my wedding day would be considering the bond between my mum and I. The few times I’ve left home filled me with emotional memories. Recalling them right now gives me nostalgic feelings. The very first time I left home was for boarding school in S.S1. I was initially excited about the thought of leaving the house. The thoughts of not having to do dishes or any other house chore and being missed from the house for a period, so everybody can know your value in the house ( please don’t ask me where I got that philosophy from☺ ). I was so happy to leave the house that I did not even take time to ask what life in G.S.S Bwari looked like ( if you attended a government boarding school, you’d be able to relate ). Mummy made sure I had every necessary thing and maybe a little extra ( yes, she was as caring as that ). On the said day of resumption, the whole excitement and joy of leaving home disappeared as I became emotional and started crying right from the ...

The month of November is soaked with memories, slices of memories laced with tears, pain, hurt, sorrow and grief. As the month of November gradually unfolds, I am clearly reminded of that one experience that dealt a heavy blow to my family, the loss of my mother. November 4th, 2019 was a traumatic day for my family as we saw our dear icon obey the divine call to glory. I lack the right words to define this experience as it all seemed like a bad dream ( hmmmm... a nightmare that I still can’t wait to wake up from so I can fast, pray and reject it ). This memory still clouds my mind, numerous questions of “what if?” and countless “maybes” have raced through my mind at various times in the past one year. In the midst of these thoughts, feelings and growing experiences that stemmed from the event of November 4th, I find solace in the fact that God is Omniscient, just, intentional and he knows the end of a thing from the beginning. I just wish he gave us some form of prior notice ( ma...