She Is Coming Home…!

It’s coming home…

She’s coming home…

Yeah, come right in…

The door is open…

Oh well, this has absolutely nothing to do with England’s feeble performance at the World Cup. Nope.

What’s coming home is the fact that my cousin is visiting me in Dallas. Yes o, that’s the newest news that is making me grin from ear to ear. I am happy. I am very happy today.

Finally, she is coming to see her cousin because it’s been a long while. I’ve been to the US a number of times but I’ve never visited California. Well, this time around, I didn’t plan to commute within the United States like I did last December.

Chei. It’s easier to visit London from Denmark than to take a flight from Dallas to California. It’s quite a distance and it’s damn expensive too and I don’t want to bore a big hole in my pocket. Honestly, travelling depletes one’s bank account and I cannot indulge in such bounty at this time.

So we got talking and I told her that it’s not possible for us to see on this visit. Again, she queried? And she said to me – “ever heard of the saying that if Mohamed does not go to the mountain, the mountain will go to Mohammed?” I chuckled. Excited.

And yes, she is visiting me in Dallas, Texas and I can’t wait to see her. I can’t wait to hug her tightly. I can’t wait to see the beautiful face of my beautiful sweet cousin again. I truly admire her and it will be nice to sit by her side and discuss home, family and everything in between.

Ouch! Family means love. Family is forgiveness. Family brings laughter. The family is everything.

After 20 years in the United States, she is finally coming to see her family. She is coming home to family, to friendship and to love.

Certainly, Dearest Couz, it’s been a long time. It’s been a very long time. Regardless, I still have a vague picture of you in my heart. I still remember the last time we were together in Festac town, Lagos, Nigeria.

Come right in, JD. I can’t wait to see you. Love you loads and looking forward to laughter, to delicious foodies, to tight hugs and to our chitchats.

See you in a bit.

 

Peace and Love!

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Remembering June 2, With Nolstagia!

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We Still Love You, Papa!

My memories of that day were a series of fragmented images. The dreams I had that night. The unusual breeze of that fateful day. The hazy weather. The reluctance to go out that morning. And then the eventual phone call. The realities I couldn’t fathom. The excruciating pain that followed was indescribable. And then I went numb. I remember this day, June 2 many years ago. I remember it was just like any other day and I had woken up with some strange feelings. Continue reading