Somebody need not necessarily tell you how he/she feels about you before you know you are loved. Love me by deeds not by words. But milady; not in all cases. Don’t presume a guy loves you just because he’s making eyes at you… Heck! I am not talking about that.
In our typical African setting, we are all at fault when it comes to expressing our love, most especially to our family. We often hold back because we are afraid to show off our soft spot or vulnerability; and before we realise, it is too late because love has passed us by.
There were times when I felt lonely, confused, worried, disturbed, perturbed and forsaken (never mind my use of such words, I borrowed them from my Elective Mathematics teacher Mr. Commey way back Senior High School). But often times, such feelings are dispelled by acts of kindness- more specifically, a random act of kindness. I would be writing periodically about times when I felt loved and appreciated.
Mummies had gone on mission and it was left with us four;Tegas, Tee, Evay and me. The stocked fridge was nearing its emptiness. What was supposed to be a two-week mission had prolonged into three weeks (Mummie is an evangelist).
Finally we had to prepare Banku to complement the soup. But there was a problem; it was left with only a slice of meat in the soup. Who was to have it? Of course everybody deserved it but I knew I just wanted it. So I placed my argument this way ” being the youngest, I needed protein more than anybody else” and that did the trick.
The reply I had was for me to keep the meat. I was quite surprised and I felt overwhelmed with love and I still feel loved up to this day anytime I remember this day. It seems unbelievable because for once, I didn’t throw any tantrum to get what I wanted.
I am sure my cousins would have forgotten about this event because it happened so long ago and it sounds so insignificant; but I still remember this day. How could they forfeit their wants for my whims.
Well somebody will say, this is no big deal! But it is a whole deal for me. It is about the little and simple things in life that count. If they could sacrifice for me in scarcity, what makes you think they wouldn’t be there for me when it is abundant?
My eyes water anytime I remember that day. And there is this gentle tug at my heart when I remember that particular week; everybody ensured that I was okay…