Jamilu Shehu Ashaka, words can't begin to explain the depth of pain that i feel at the moment. Sometimes, i wish my phone rings and it is your name on the screen. I hopefully want it to be a lie. I fainted when i heard of your death. I couldn't believe you died without a goodbye. The 28th of May, was the day i heard of your demise. I wanted it to be a lie, a stupid joke until i truly saw your grave. I won't forget you my dear friend. You were more than a brother.You looked out for me, even those days when i piss you off, you still come back & i wonder if anyone can do that for me. You my friend remained my hero until your painful demise.
Do not lie. How many times have you said this each time you come to my blog hoping to see a new post? Guilty as charged. You see, life happened. Infact, a lot has happened. Since the last time I put up a post, I have relocated, got married, got a new job, and lost a child. Miscarrying a pregnancy is as surreal as losing a child. I sincerely apologize for my absence and well, I have cried and laughed, and my faith was shaken, but God is ever faithful. My favourite song remains: it is well. It became my favourite phrase. Don't let me bore you with all the stories. Perhaps I will make a post on dealing with pain. :) Yes? I have decided to return to writing. I am typing and grinning because I have missed this. God, give me the grace to be consistent. I have struggled with creating a niche for myself, but I'd rather share myself with the world. My story, my views on issues and, of course, no copy & paste. The blogsphere is full of that already. I miss my colleague B...
Sometimes you read some stories & laugh off with the thoughts that it is a fiction of someone's imagination. You aborted 14times for one man& you still think its all fun & fantasy? Who do we blame? Read her story.
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