RANDOM POST – HEARTCRY
Just yesterday, i received a text message on my phone from a colleague who we graduated together. It read; happy Sunday, this is just to tell you that am going to resume in a medical school in central America this week. My flight will depart in the next thirty minutes. I need your prayers, thanks. I was dumbfounded. Ten minutes later, i rushed to pick my phone and call but it was already switched off. I felt an odd wave of emotion, a weird feeling of loss just as i felt when my close friend in secondary school, Bisi Martins left for the US two years back.
This time around, it came as a chat on facebook not as a text or a phone call, she was already there. I was asking her about POP because she was a corper then and she told me she was in the US. ‘You mean i didn’t call you from the airport, oh sorry, i thought i did. I left last month,’ she quipped brightly. I was shocked but not surprised. I knew she was going to go. She had been born in the UK while her parents were there before they came to Nigeria. So, my mouth didn’t open for long cos she only went back to where she came from, Chikena! But i wasn’t prepared just yet.
We had dreams in those days to attend the same university; we had almost the same interest, mehn! She was a good writer too. She actually wrote a novella while we were in ss1 or 2[THE LAGOS CITY GIRL]. I was majorly into poetry then. She read novels very much at neckbreak speed and passed them to me. I learnt how to read faster so as to catch up and get others to read. Anyway, she went on to UI to study pharmacy while i didn’t go to UI. We maintained contact through letters and midnight phone calls. We kept up with the latest gist about ourselves and i visited UI sometimes. While she was doing her internship at Yaba Psychiatric hospital, i was in Lagos too but we couldn’t see. Till she left……..
Of course we still kept in contact through phone calls. She called me regularly then she asked me to install skype on my laptop. It was a whole new exciting thing cos we started free video calling. She spoke to me live from her apartment and she saw me in my room too. She called her coloured housemate [lmao] to come and see how they plait hair in Africa. [i had on a plaited hair].now, i don’t enjoy these privileges anymore cos her husband is now representing. I saw her for like 48hours in January when she came home for her wedding.
My pal, Traj was in my class too. She went on to Babcock immediately and then did her masters. Strangely we kept close contact with mtn midnight calls too. Since almost eleven years when we left secondary school, i only saw her in less than 24hours in 2010. She was one of those who used to call me poet in those days, those guys urged me on. I cannot talk about my success story without mentioning her and others. They made the nickname ‘poet’ stick to me like second skin. Recently, she was praising me to high heavens, celebrating my talent but i know she’s among those i look up to. Her tenacity and resilience gears me forward. These guys help me not to remain comfortable at my comfort zone. Now, she is on the east side to clinch another major trophy. Bisi Martins just graduated from Iowa University with a masters degree in pharmacy about three weeks ago. I celebrate their achievements and am proud to be associated with them.
My unique friend, Aanu Olowolafe went to OAU to study medicine and surgery. She was actually in my school at first to read APH ,lol. That girl is no chicken farmer. But she beat UME hands down the next year and switched to OAU. I remember those nights when we used to sit on the well in front of Adenike Hostel and talk far into the night. She came back to my school many times to visit her sister who was there especially during those long strikes in OAU. But i lost her to her husband. Her husband too is now representing. Now, she is happily married and practices her calling. I remember those midnight calls too. We maintained that till we left school.
My friend, Ayoola Awosika who just left was my good friend who regularly helped during my seminar and project defence in school. He read Physiology.I was to go for my defence and suddenly remembered that i didn’t yet know the meaning of some key words. I sent a text to him as i was about entering the hall. He had a medical dictionary which he quickly consulted so he quickly replied my text. I had a nice presentation and my most critical lecturer had to ask me for my materials cos he had to teach the topic in a course to part four students. He regularly brought plantain from Ondo state for me so i looked forward to it at the resumption of every strike and a new semester.
They have all gone to clinch trophies in faraway lands. I miss them greatly. So, now i can’t decide to throw a gig when i know my pals won’t be there. This is not to talk of others who have also left a long time ago.
The issue now is, why are good things not permanent in life? Good moments, good friends, good relationships etc. This is a deep heart cry for the sense of personal loss i am feeling right now. Why cant i always have my treasure, the thing or persons who matter most to me. Why cant i have them around me forever? Why do we have to be separated by miles or by circumstance? Why do sad things happen to good people? I am lost for word
Olasiyan Olanike Yetunde
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