I look nothing like what I've been through,
it's all bliss and fanfare,
It doesn't show
No one will know if I don't tell
Miracle
No one will know the tears you've cried
If you wipe them
I hope your joy is restored
Miracle
...Puppishgirl...
Nony3, lilterally means my mother where I come from. I really wish Nony3 had fought harder. I wish she hadn't perceived this as the end for her. I also wish she had let go earlier. Growing up, Nony3 came off as assertive, strong willed, resilient and hardworking. Why was she displaying signs of cowardice now? What had to all those lessons she taught me as her first child while growing up, why was she giving up too soon. She looked frail and sad. She had a distant look that made one think she was deep in thought.
" What are you thinking about?", I asked. She sighed but ignored my question. "Ma, what are you thinking about? I want to know." She shook her head. "Nothing Fafa." "Nothing? Are you sure?" She nodded to say yes and went back to her pensive look. The sun has risen and set and gone down these past few days while I've watched Nony3 wither off like a weed. Oh Mawu! Literally translated as God. Is this the end for Nony3? She barely spoke to anyone lately, she preferred to sit in silence drowned in her thoughts. Sometimes I wondered what exactly she thought about.
How was she feeling. Looking at her broke my heart, Nony3 was gone: my friend and confidante, my fightmate and praying partner, my stylist, cheerleader and big sister. All of that was gone. Oh Nony3, I love you, I want you back, please don't go, don't do this to me, come back to us. Come back and bath my twins, how will I bath and take care of all of us. I miss Nony3.
Nony3 smiled at me and then burst into laughter. "What's funny Ma?" I asked. Unfortunately, she couldn't tell me. Do I join in her laughter or do I yell at her to stop. But she barely laughed these days, why would I stop her now. What was funny. Oh Nony3!
A fight for love. A fight with love. Why did you have to let yourself go through this. Why? Why did you have to let love ruin you, why was your life centred around the love of Adam's grandson. Look what he did to you. Mental torture, psychological stress, Nony3! I've got to wakeup from this dream. From this unpleasant dream.
#Nony3(My new baby)
Something new cooking in my pot.
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This is for my Alice; who taught me to dream and fly regardless of the wings I possess.
Celebrating my second hand body, as I like to call it. It turned six months on Saturday. Imagine my joy. I've lived in the goodness of God. I thank him for life.
