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My Sister...

Losing someone who cannot be replaced by anyone else is harder than losing millions of dollars. I have been deeply affected by my experiences learning to overcome all of the emotional disturbances, finding that there are things that cannot be forgotten, and gaining knowledge about the uniqueness of friendship. When my best friend  told me that he had lung cancer, my life changed completely. I knew was going to lose him, but I didn’t know it would be so hard to overcome the feelings that he left me with.

We were friends, not just regular friends, but we were best friends, which explains everything. We would do everything together, such as play basketball, play the piano and drums, walk on the street and act crazy, run away from home and hide somewhere, ditch school and  throw parties. We had the best times together, but unfortunately life took all that from me. Sometimes I ask myself why it had to be him, my best friend, a person who I trusted with everything, a person who knew what to do to make me happy, a person who was the best part of my life. He would give everything in order to strengthen our friendship. He was a friend who will always be in my heart.

It was the night of May 14, 2008. I will never forget that day. He came to me showered in tears. He looked very sad. “What’s going on, why are you so depressed?” I asked. 
“I’m, I’m going, and I’m going to…” He said slowly.

He stopped talking, I didn’t know what was going on in reality, but he knew it, because within the last couple of months he was having trouble breathing. That didn’t bother him much until that moment when he visited a doctor. I looked at his eyes, and I saw his blue colored eyes blur into shadows of a dream. I understood what was going on, but I didn’t cry, because I knew if did, it would really hurt his feelings. I looked at him again and said, “Everything will be just fine; you just have to take proper care of yourself.” Inside of me, the flame of sadness kept burning and I was barely keeping my tears from falling, but I knew I was strong enough to handle myself.

That moment was followed by a joke, which I don’t really remember. In order to make him laugh and make his emotions go away, I began telling some really good jokes. He started to laugh very hard, but he coughed too. That was the last time I saw him laughing that hard, that happy, that sad at the same time.

On the same night I got a call from him, asking me to go and see him, because he wasn’t feeling very well. We were always there for one another, so I went there. He looked all white, and his blue eyes didn’t seem to be very happy. I was trying to fool myself, and kept repeating in my mind that everything was going to be all right. I couldn’t make myself believe that it was really going to happen.

It was 2:30am when he finally told everyone to go and leave the two of us alone. He started talking. “I know what’s going to happen next, but you don’t worry… I’ll be alright, because God is going to take care of me. And don’t be sad. It’s not like we’re not going to see each other again?”

He asked me to hold his hand hard, and he also told me that our friendship would last forever no matter what happens. He gave me a letter and said, “Whenever you feel its time to read this, just open it.” I closed my eyes, and within seconds I felt his pulse stop pumping, and a dark cold ran inside of my hands. He just left everything. His blue eyes were already closed, and I couldn’t do anything else to make them look back at me. At that second I couldn’t control myself anymore. The salty tears glided down my face. I didn’t talk. I just went crazy and I started screaming, but I didn’t say a word. I became crazy. I couldn’t breath, because he was the air I was breathing, he was the happiness that was keeping me alive, he was the friend I respected more than a brother, more than anybody else. And now he’s not there anymore, he’s gone. It’s just the letter and I…

Two weeks had passed after his death, and I was still depressed, angry, sick, and almost lifeless. I couldn’t understand what was going on around me. Everything was an illusion. I wasn’t eating, drinking, nor doing anything. For twenty-four hours I was lying on my bed, thinking about what am I going to do. I couldn’t talk to anyone, because I didn’t want to. I wanted to be alone all day, remember the good times we had. Then I finally decided to open the letter he gave me. In the letter he said, “Don’t be silly and don’t cry. I know how you feel, but you know what, your life is not over yet. You have to understand that life is tough, and you just have to get used to it, fight it, and get whatever you want. I know that life is beautiful, and I only had a short time to experience it. You got to get yourself ready to continue your life, because only then, can I look down at you with pride. You have to understand the fact that you’re the person who makes everyone smile, you share their problems, understand, and love. You have to be yourself. I will miss you, and I know you won’t forget me… I guess this is goodbye, but I don’t want to say that, I’ll just say I’ll see you later sis’.

After reading the letter, my heart filled with lightness. The idea of continuing my life, as he had said, gave me the power to start everything from the beginning. I learned many lessons from this event. For instance, that true friends can never be replaced by anyone else, and they’re never forgotten. I understood that the friendship is a gift, and nothing in the world can come between real friendship. Yes, I had a lot of emotional disturbances within myself, but at the end, I actually understood that everything happens for a reason. I have accepted the fact that my friend is not with me anymore, but I’m sure that he will always live inside of me. As long as he’s in my memories, he’s part of me, and I take his presence as a source of pride.

Sincerely,

ThatSmartLittleGirl

♥

Good Morning!!

A story my friend 'Kemmy' wrote.....

Lost in the World….

10DEC

I sat on my bed thinking to myself,

“Why did this have to happen to me? What had I done to deserve this?“

I thought I was strong enough to make it through whatever. I never knew I could hurt like this. I wish I could find a way to try not to cry. I held my teddy bear very tight.

Almost immediately, a strange feeling took over me. I just wanted to inflict as much pain as he had inflicted on me, on someone (or something) else. I started screaming and picked up the knife my mother had used to peel oranges earlier that day and stabbed the teddy bear continuously. I guess the noise attracted my mother as she came running into my room.

I could see she was struggling to hold back tears. Seeing my mother like this melted my heart to stone and I crawled up immediately at one corner and cried. She immediately joined me on the floor and hugged me tight and I fell asleep in her arms.

I woke up at about 11:14pm and to my surprise, my mother was still awake, crying. She whispered into my ears,

“Please tell me what’s wrong. No matter how bad it is, I am still your mother and I’ll stand by you. Please stop keeping me in the dark. You’re hurting me“

She spoke amidst tears. Different things ran through my mind at that instant. “How was I going to tell my mother what my cousin did? What implication would this have on my family? Do I want the story to get out? If the story gets out, will I be able to handle the societal stigma?” I did not want to be labelled or used as an example to others, but seeing my mother that way broke my heart into a million pieces.

“Mummy, Nero raped me” was all I could say before I broke down in tears.

She was dumbfounded. Then she asked the question I just did not want to hear, “How did it happen?“. That was a memory I wanted to keep locked far away. I told her immediately that I wasn’t ready to talk about it and she reluctantly succumbed.

She got up and ran a hot bath for me, washed my hair and bathed me.
While I got dressed, she prepared a meal of Pepper soup and Yam for me, my favorite. I fell asleep almost immediately after eating.

I woke up the next day on my mother’s bed. She was on the phone with my father. I managed to gather bits and pieces from the conversation.

“deal with that Nero… Police… Involvement… Family… Meeting.. My baby“

Was she really going to tell the whole world what happened to me? Did she know the implication? I was still trying to answer these questions in my head when I lost my mind. I preferred to die than face the embarrassment. I swallowed all the pills I could lay my hands on.
My eyes came in contact with the knife in the sink. I picked it up and cut myself severally. I was about stabbing myself when my father walked in. He begged me to stop and reminded me of the good times we had as a family, the holidays, the discussions, my achievements and potentials. “If we spent the good times together as a family, why can’t we do so during the bad times?”. At this, I dropped the knife and fell on  my knees. I was taken to the hospital later on and my wounds were treated and I was given something to flush out all the pills I had taken in. I was discharged two days later.

There were similar incidents after this. On one occasion, I threw a pair of scissors at my mother. On another occasion, I smashed my phone and laptop just because. I had lost my sanity. My sister suggested I talk to someone other than my members of my family, like a shrink or a psychiatrist and the idea went down well with the whole family.

I checked into a Rehabilitation Centre a few days later and being around people with similar (sometimes, worse) cases made me stronger. My wrists, they healed gradually but I still have the scars to remind me of the dark days. I was discharged three weeks later. As for my cousin, I hold no grudge against him because during this time, I realized how much I had neglected God in my life. I became a better christian and it helped me regain my lost self-confidence and courage.

___________________________________________________________________________________________

This was 10 years ago. Today, I am married and blessed with four male children. I work in a well renowned bank in the US. To cut the long story short, my life is back to normal. This experience contributed in making me the woman I am today. I still have the intention of starting a foundation in Nigeria to cater for rape victims.

To all the young ladies out there who went (or are going) through a similar experience, be strong darlings. Never mind the nights you have to cry yourself to sleep or the things people say, hold your head up high and turn away. Let your hopes and dreams be your motivation. Even though right now, it seems it is not for you, do not give up. Get down on your knees and look up to the sky and I assure you, in a little while, you’d look back on this time and smile.

Good luck!

A story my friend 'Kemmy' wrote.....

Lost in the World….

10DEC

I sat on my bed thinking to myself,

“Why did this have to happen to me? What had I done to deserve this?“

I thought I was strong enough to make it through whatever. I never knew I could hurt like this. I wish I could find a way to try not to cry. I held my teddy bear very tight.

Almost immediately, a strange feeling took over me. I just wanted to inflict as much pain as he had inflicted on me, on someone (or something) else. I started screaming and picked up the knife my mother had used to peel oranges earlier that day and stabbed the teddy bear continuously. I guess the noise attracted my mother as she came running into my room.

I could see she was struggling to hold back tears. Seeing my mother like this melted my heart to stone and I crawled up immediately at one corner and cried. She immediately joined me on the floor and hugged me tight and I fell asleep in her arms.

I woke up at about 11:14pm and to my surprise, my mother was still awake, crying. She whispered into my ears,

“Please tell me what’s wrong. No matter how bad it is, I am still your mother and I’ll stand by you. Please stop keeping me in the dark. You’re hurting me“

She spoke amidst tears. Different things ran through my mind at that instant. “How was I going to tell my mother what my cousin did? What implication would this have on my family? Do I want the story to get out? If the story gets out, will I be able to handle the societal stigma?” I did not want to be labelled or used as an example to others, but seeing my mother that way broke my heart into a million pieces.

“Mummy, Nero raped me” was all I could say before I broke down in tears.

She was dumbfounded. Then she asked the question I just did not want to hear, “How did it happen?“. That was a memory I wanted to keep locked far away. I told her immediately that I wasn’t ready to talk about it and she reluctantly succumbed.

She got up and ran a hot bath for me, washed my hair and bathed me.
While I got dressed, she prepared a meal of Pepper soup and Yam for me, my favorite. I fell asleep almost immediately after eating.

I woke up the next day on my mother’s bed. She was on the phone with my father. I managed to gather bits and pieces from the conversation.

“deal with that Nero… Police… Involvement… Family… Meeting.. My baby“

Was she really going to tell the whole world what happened to me? Did she know the implication? I was still trying to answer these questions in my head when I lost my mind. I preferred to die than face the embarrassment. I swallowed all the pills I could lay my hands on.
My eyes came in contact with the knife in the sink. I picked it up and cut myself severally. I was about stabbing myself when my father walked in. He begged me to stop and reminded me of the good times we had as a family, the holidays, the discussions, my achievements and potentials. “If we spent the good times together as a family, why can’t we do so during the bad times?”. At this, I dropped the knife and fell on  my knees. I was taken to the hospital later on and my wounds were treated and I was given something to flush out all the pills I had taken in. I was discharged two days later.

There were similar incidents after this. On one occasion, I threw a pair of scissors at my mother. On another occasion, I smashed my phone and laptop just because. I had lost my sanity. My sister suggested I talk to someone other than my members of my family, like a shrink or a psychiatrist and the idea went down well with the whole family.

I checked into a Rehabilitation Centre a few days later and being around people with similar (sometimes, worse) cases made me stronger. My wrists, they healed gradually but I still have the scars to remind me of the dark days. I was discharged three weeks later. As for my cousin, I hold no grudge against him because during this time, I realized how much I had neglected God in my life. I became a better christian and it helped me regain my lost self-confidence and courage.

___________________________________________________________________________________________

This was 10 years ago. Today, I am married and blessed with four male children. I work in a well renowned bank in the US. To cut the long story short, my life is back to normal. This experience contributed in making me the woman I am today. I still have the intention of starting a foundation in Nigeria to cater for rape victims.

To all the young ladies out there who went (or are going) through a similar experience, be strong darlings. Never mind the nights you have to cry yourself to sleep or the things people say, hold your head up high and turn away. Let your hopes and dreams be your motivation. Even though right now, it seems it is not for you, do not give up. Get down on your knees and look up to the sky and I assure you, in a little while, you’d look back on this time and smile.

Good luck!

Hoping something special happens today.....

Good Morning

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My Dream University.

Today is going really well except for my sore throat,it hurts really bad. I was so glad Promethus won the QDP game in class, Dona really lightened up the class and made everyone think. We had to turn in our AP Chemistry homeworks which I forgot to do buh Ms. D gave me til Monday to turn it in. I am still expecting news from the uiniversities I applied to and I received a letter from Hood College, they sent me a scholarship application and I didn't even want to apply there until they sent a letter to my dad saying that I should come to their college, listing benefits and other things. My dream university is Harvard University but my reach is Sailisbury University and some others. Hoping this weekend would turn out to be memorable in a good way.

T.G.I.F!

Happy New Year!!