Hi Guys
Been a hot second. So many things going on around me...Hav'nt had a minute to exhale until recently. Took the week off my summer internship for my Nans funeral.
...she battled through life, give her a reason to fight and she'll battle it out with the last breath in her. She was stronger than strength.
For me she's been there all her life, my first memories was being in her daycare "Grannys Daycare" in Ibadan. She watched me grow into the woman I have tried to become...desperately soo many times that I result to being a girl *mutters*.
Went to London on Mothers day to see her and my mum...that was the last time I saw her. Thinking back now, I wish she had hinted it would be the last time so I could have just moved my things and camped with her ...maybe she'd have realised how much I loved her and she won't have decided to go. *shrugs*
Sunday the 17th, happened to be Father's day too...she passed away unto greater glory. In her early eighties you'd mistake her for a 21 year old. She was eloquent, beautiful, exceptionally clean and well mannered. Her life growing up in the old English days made these traits ever so evident in her person.
She always spoke to us about the colony, about the black people in England in the 50's and all the lot!
Growing up, we used to ring her every thursday night when the flintstones was showing on Cartoon Network. How she loved it! lol
Getting back from the shops with my friend Demi, and Nan goes "Have you heard this new Beyonce's song ermmm" (she starts humming off key), it was the single ladies guys. LOL! She knew the latest songs and music videos before anyone else. My friends called her "cool". I think she was AWESOME!
She was a Nan and a half...never for once made you feel sorry for her even in times when she was going through a lot of excruciating pain. She'd cheer you up then quietly moan about the angered pain.
Until she passed away she always said "Tito buru but she's a sweet girl, o jo mi gan". Meaning, Tito is harsh but she's a sweet girl, just like me.
I never agreed that I was like her in anyway but I would do anything to be half the strong independent woman she was.
Sunday evenings won't be the same anymore...watching songs of praise on BBC. I know you're in a place where the praises reach anyways, that's my joy.
As we all prepare for her funeral this weekend, I'm more than content that my Nan Abike, lived well. Her life was dignified and sanctified...her life was precious and very well fulfilled.
Asides, trying to put a few things together for my Nans funeral, I have been through ermm a very interesting 3 weeks of my life. YOLO lifestyle my darlings, *shakes head* its not for the faint hearted. LOL
I have learnt more than I learnt in the first 6 months of this year, in 3 weeks. Sometimes you find yourself in strange places...even in these unfamiliar territories, please don't lose yourself.
It is so easy to let yourself go and lower standards for reasons you yourself don't know...trying to change who you are will be wasted effort. Just like you'll always see the same relfection when you look into the mirror (asides bad hair days yh).
You can never change who you are, you can try. But please just be yourself.
Down with the flu, looks like a very long night. Just another brief post to let you guys know whats been happening on my side of the world.
ONE LAST THING: Be yourself. Don't care if you're set aside, the alienation will make sense one day.
love me,
Teetleskittles.
