A LETTER TO MY FRIEND

I was going to post something else today but i felt i just wanted to write this.

I know you can't read this but i hope in all my heart that you will feel me calling to you in your soul. I am feeling your pain even though you wont tell me what the problem is. I have loved you and will always continue to do so.

MY FRIEND

Do you remember how we met beacuse i still do, i was at your neighbours house - she was my dance teacher and your younger sister was in the dance class also. I made friends with your sister and she was suprised that even though you were older than me, i was a year ahead of you in school. And that was how we started.

I remember i asked you to lend me a novel i saw you reading and you were reluctant at first saying you didnt want it to get lost but then i told you my grandmother was a neighbour and then you relented.

We didnt really hit it off until after you finshed secondary schooland we use to sit by that cupboard in your room reading mills & boon. Your parents never knew there was a hoard of novels in that cupboard because you told them the key was lost.

You showed me what stuff you were made off when i had to go away when i was pregnant. You supported me my friend with all those letters( i still have them you know), you heard i came for a brief visit and then you ran to my place. You were never judgemental, i dont even think till today you have asked me what happened. You were a rock.

I came back to town but then you had started having your own problems. you didn't make physics in school cert and you had to retake your papers again and your mum was stressing your life out. I always told you that it was temporary and you would pass. Then Jamb came again and your score was not high enough.

I remember you used me as a guinea pig during your catering course and i will never forget the tummyache your supposed desert gave me.

How i rejoiced with you when you got admission into the uni, but then your face fell cause it wasnt the course you wanted. well then we decided it was better than nothing at all.

I came to visit you while you did all your registration and settled into school. I remember those times in your room when you complained about one thing or the other.

O my friend- yours is the sweetest and widest smile i know.

We have had so many good times. when we giggled and laughed because of prospective boyfriends and then cried and held ourselves because they never worked out.

One fond memory i have is of that dinner you invited me for. you had bought my ticket like a month in advance and swore you would never talk to me again if i didnt turn up.

We were dressed to the nines, Dinner gowns,high heels (u know i don't like them), make up - the belles of the ball. We rocked the party and danced till midnight. Then the moment of truth came- we were tired, you lived off campus, our feet were killing us and then wat did we do ? we took off our shoes and started to walk barefoot to the gate of the Uni.

Four well dressed chics walking down the main road of one of naijas most prestigous universities barefeet at about 12.30 am. It was hilarious and we finally got to your gate of yourhouse but the gatemen refused to let us enter. You flew off the handle, and they then opened the gate for us. I laughed so much i cried. Only God knows what the kind student who gave us a lift must have thought.

My post today is for you cuz i know how down you are at the moment. You feel as if you are being left alone but you are not, we are always here for you. Twenty children cannot play together for twenty years, each person has to go his own way and find their own paths in life.

Yes, almost every one we know together is either getting married, engaged or reaching one milestone or the other. But your time will come, it surely will.

Ore mi - you are the only young person i know who knows the most yoruba proverbs and you dont hesitate to use them- I admit i only know the popular ones.

Every member of my family, even extended ones and my own friends know that if it were possible right now i would come and hold you every night you are crying.

Our pet names are well............ i call u sweetheart and you call me sweetie mi. I call u olorigbeske n u call me oniranu. My granma calls u twiggy cuz u r as slim as a reed. When my baby was still small, he called you a variation of a basket. My mum wonders what is the glue that holds us together. A2 would like to be the guy in your life and A1 wonders how we can be as close as sisters because that is what we are. He shakes his head and wonders- you are the lady( u only had sisters) and am the tomboy(cuz i had d brothers).

I am sad right now and everyone around me knows. My mum is starting to wonder if she was the one who made me sad. I cant talk to anyone cuz i don't know what is happenin to you.

Whatever it is my friend, i am here. I've called you everyday for the past week but u keep telling me you'll call me back. I hate not knowing whats happenin to you and not knowing what to do.

But know this that as long as the sky is blue i'll be here for you.