Wednesday, August 24, 2022

YOUR LOVED ONES, THEY MATTER!

 YOUR LOVED ONES, THEY MATTER!


As a child in an African home, I had little or no say. I was taught that respect for my elders was the ultimate and when being scolded, I was not allowed to speak except given permission, which was a rare thing. My father who was in the paramilitary ruled with a heavy hand. His word was law. Once I became older and went to the university, I rebelled and fought to be free. As soon as I was done with college and got a job, I moved out of the house to a distant location. Living alone was no fun; I had to pay bills that I never knew existed. I wanted to get away from my dad, so I toughed it out. 


I rarely went home to visit him. One time I went home, and all of a sudden, my dad had aged. He looked frail and tired. He was ill but I did not know. When I found out, he had a stroke. He landed in the hospital and I had to be away from my job for about three weeks to care for his needs. He was discharged from the hospital and we became friends. I would sit with him in silence. I came home every week to visit him, and I realized that he was just being a father in the best way he knew. A few months after he was discharged from the hospital, he passed away!


WHO ARE YOUR LOVED ONES?


Your loved ones are the people who care about you, the ones who have your back, the ones whose shoulder you cry on, the ones that hurt when you hurt and smile when you smile, the ones that you swear to lay down your life for; those are your loved ones. It is not just family. Anyone can be dear to you, even a stranger.


YOUR LOVED ONES AND YOU


You might say you need no one but if you lose your loved one because of pride, anger, distance, or death, you will hurt in ways you never knew existed. As the years go by, there will always be a wistful feeling of loss. You will yearn for them but it might be too late. You can keep your loved ones close by. Do not take them for granted. So go after them, call them, get on the next flight and appear at their doorstep just this one time. Treat them like they are worth your time and resources, and do not put them in impossible situations. Love unconditionally, be a friend in every circumstance, be humane, and have a conscience. Do not take their being around for granted; they could be taken from you at any point regardless of age. It is not always death; war, location, and arguments could create a wedge in your midst. We all need support from others.


WHAT IF IT IS TOO LATE?


For some, it is too late. Death may have swooped in like a vulture and snatched your loved one away. You constantly live with the guilt of the love lost before the permanent separation. You just have to forgive yourself and forge ahead. If there is the need to see a therapist, do it. There will always be a yearning, but the guilt will be gone and the pain will be less. Loved ones are like roses, they beautify your life. They matter! 


Sunday, May 8, 2022

Dead from the inside

 I scream, I bellow, I yank, I bite, I shove, I squeeze, all in a bid to flee. But no, he is stronger! He pulls, he tears, he straddles. Alas, he wins! I lay there helpless, my heart sinking and sinking into this never-ending pit that he digs in my soul. Hot tears like molten lava flow out gently moving sideways, just like the lulling gentle waves of the ocean; only this time, they are tears of pain, hurt, and helplessness. He gets it over with, looks me in the face with a sneer, spits on me, and walks away. I can't move, I can't feel my body; I can see my soul hanging on the wall soaked in blood. I think I cry for help; I don't know. My brain is in shock mode! I can process nothing.

Then I see it. Blood! My blood! Oh, my blood!" I sob quietly, with no strength to scream. Mama must have heard me because I awaken to her soothing voice in a moving box; a bus, I guess. My thoughts are all muddled. I am in the hospital for help, for redemption, for some saving. The nurse treats me like I'm dirt, like soiled goods. Everyone looks at me with disdain written all over them, I hear the whispers. I see how the others look at me. At this point, I feel ruined. I look at mama and say in a shaky voice, "He won! My molester won. I want to die!"

Mama says if I die, I let the monster win. I don't think I understand her. The second her eyes left me, Igo ahead to slash my wrist with the 'bread knife' on the table by my hospital bed. I watch as my blood flows and I'm relieved. But fate has other plans for me. I hear mama's voice like she is an eternity away. she screams. I feel hands on my body, I see white movement and then 'blessed nothing'.


(To be continued)

Written by Amazingme


https://www.podbean.com/ea/pb-fnjnm-1233b6c

I hope this gets through to your heart, and causes a change.




 



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