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Because I Love You

I don’t think that I have ever loved or being in love with anyone as much as I love you, grandmother. You are my first love and my soulmate. I call you Maami, meaning my mother in my language. It means my mother but it means so much more that simply can’t be wrapped into an English translation, so I’ll just have to leave it at that.

It’s been a while. I remember but I don’t remember it all.

But I remember the good things.

Only the good things.

Only the good things like how strong you were. How I, even as a child, could see that. I marvelled at you on a daily basis. Although I didn’t know what love was then precisely, I knew that I loved you unconditionally. That much I was certain of. I remember looking at you in awe as you went to the market every day and hustled and you made your money.

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Because Series

Hi all! So I have been thinking. Very dangerous, I know!

Spare me a minute to talk about a new idea that I have been mulling over recently. I have decided to start a new series about people that have shaped the person that I am and how I feel about myself. It will be something similar to WhenLifeAwakens #BEABOSS series.

This series will be very personal and that scares me a little bit. But I believe that if your writing doesn’t scare you, then you’re not writing big enough.

Yes, I stole that.

My previous post, Because I Miss You, is the first in that series and the next one should be published in the next couple of days.

Writing my previous post has helped me to gain a more in depth reasoning into how I feel about some of my own actions. Because I never really dealt with them before. But for the first time, I feel like I have expressed them and now a weight has been lifted off me.

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Because I Miss You

I don’t think he realises how deeply my dislike for him runs. I wouldn’t say that I hated him because I would never wish anything bad to happen to him but I just cannot bring myself to like him.

We used to be friends. He would take me out with him on those hot Nigerian nights, grab some “suya” from the local vendors- Everybody in Nigeria loved “suya”, young and old. “Suya” which was made by roasting fillets of the best parts of beef, and dabbing it in the “Suya” spice, which was a mixture of spices, a recipe that only the vendor knew- We would sit together on benches, and he would confide in me as we enjoyed this delicacy together.

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