Monday, January 11, 2010

Farewell Thee Well

So I'm back to school. I'm excited to be back but I wish my break was a little longer. I just bought new laptop and it's nicer than the one I had before except the space button has an irritating tap sound when I press it. First day of classes went pretty good. I like the classes I had. I went to a funeral some days ago and I was pretty close to the person so I spoke. Here's what I wrote. I took a couple of stuff out because it's pretty personal. I'm not quite sure yet why I'm sharing this but here it is.

This is one thing I wished I never had to write. I couldn’t have imagined this happening in a million years. People die all the time but no one should have to pass this way. But what hurts me the most is that she had a life full of potential and the beginning of happiness. She wasn’t the best person in the world but was always true to herself. I don’t think I fully understood her ways till she passed. From the womb she was unwanted. Those who were supposed to take care of her and be responsible for her failed her. She lost trust in people and rarely let people in. She worked extremely hard because she never wanted to depend on anyone. It might look like she had a terrible life but she didn’t. Later in her short life she was able to meet amazing people like my mother, her siblings, her friends and her husband. She was able to let these people in and she let them love her. She was able to shed her exterior and be vulnerable with them. Personally, I will miss her. I’m still hoping that she’ll come knocking the door bringing us fried rice. I’ll miss the TV shows and artists she introduced me to when I first came to the US. Every time there’s an award show, I’ll always think of her. I’ll miss how comfortable she was with herself. I’ll miss the way she talks. I’ll miss seeing her in her different hairstyles and clothes. I’ll miss seeing the whimsical relationship between my mother and her. They had a special relationship I don’t think anyone can fully understand. She was full of life. She had a great presence. I’m deeply saddened but knowing her she’ll want me and all of us to stay strong.

Goodbyes are not forever.

Goodbyes are not the end.

They simply mean I'll miss you

Until we meet again!

~Author Unknown


The Broken Chain

by Unknown

We little knew that morning that

God was going to call your name.

In life we loved you dearly,

in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

the day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories,

your love is still our guide;

and though we cannot see you,

you are always at our side.

Our Family chain is broken,

and nothing seems the same;

but as God calls us one by one,

the Chain will link again.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Gone yet not forgotten,

Although we are apart,

Your spirit lives within me,

Forever in my heart.


If Tears Could Build A Stairway


If tears could build a stairway

and thoughts a memory lane

I'd walk right up to heaven

and bring you home again

No Farewell words were spoken

No time to say good-bye

You were gone before I knew it

And only God knows why.

My heart's still active in sadness

And secret tears still flow

What it meant to lose you

No one can ever know.

But now I know you want us

To mourn for you no more

To remember all the happy times

Life still has much in store.

You'll never be forgotten

I pledge to you today

Last semester I didn't update my blog at all and here I am the first day of the semester already blogging. So proud of myself!

Today in my reading Islam class, the American professor was asking us where we were from and for the first time in my life I felt weird to say I was Nigerian because I might be seen as a terrorist. I'm used to the Nigerians are frauds or the Africans live in the jungle stereotype but now I have to worry about being seen as a terrorist? Damn. Thanks for the twitter feedback. I'm gonna stick with facebook and blogger for now and see how my semester goes before I join.

12 comments:

  1. Yeah I feel u @ feeling weird to say that u were Nigerian...
    Trust me I almost had that sort of experience as well. RIP 2 ur friend

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  2. about the Nigerian thing.....just be you.

    A friend's dad told me 'bout how he was being introduced by his white friend to another white friend just a few days ago...the guy went, "Meet a friend of mine, a good Nigerian..."...i mean, WTF?


    RIP 2 the lady who passed away...she's in a better place.

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  3. She's going to rest in the most perfect kind of peace ever.

    Don't you think people feeling wierd to say they're Nigerian is bad? If you know you're innocent, to hell with what people think 'cause when they see you're innocent then pfft - if they are intelligent then they can like to shut up about it.
    The issue infuriates me so I don't even talk about it except with my family.

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  4. I was on ymessenger t'other day and someone asked where i was; for the fiest time in my life, i felt embarassed to say i was in Nigeria. I didn't even reply again.

    I'm sorry abt your friend.

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  5. lol @ Omotade
    It might feel weird to u but to me it doesn't, just because some idiot did a silly thing doesn't mean u shud feel somehow saying ur country. It's not like we really had a very good name so wot d heck if some retard made it worse. Okay so no one has asked me so far...hehe

    Note the way I write like I'm not angry yet I insulted the mudafudgemuffin, I did it again!

    The write was getting too sad so I had to skip it but I like what I read...u must really cherised dis person

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  6. lol @omotade...hehehe!!!
    RIP to your friend!
    i liked the write-up

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  7. RIP to your friend.
    i never hesitate..if i tell you where im from and you have a problem with me...good for you.

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  8. abeg say it loud, 'i'm nigerian and i'm proud' anybody who doesnt like you can like to go and fuck himself, excuse my french jo.

    may your friend RIPP

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  9. I saw everyone loling at omotade.
    Don't you think the "good nigerian" could mean something else entirely?

    "meet my friend, a good Irish man"
    "meet my friend, a good African man"

    doesn't mean he was referring to the whole bad and good thing - just because he's white.

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  10. RIP to your friend.

    hope u have a good semester!

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  11. @Rene...lol yea he's a mudafudgemuffin won't stop me from declaring ma nationality. Who the heck is he to control how I behave?

    @Moyo...hmm..so what caused the "good and bad" then if not for labellings and stereotypes? Plus it was right after the whole Mutallab incident happened. Y couldn't the guy just say "meet my good friend"?

    (Respect to the post.)

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