My sister is mad
She’s not mad in Jesus’ name but she makes all the difference.
She’s funny, sexy, smart, sarcastic, evil, evolving, dangerous, God-loving, loyal, compassionate. All of these, effortlessly. Then she’s wicked when she cooks. You don’t want to be stuck in the salon when she’s made noodles or stew or parfait. You also don’t want to be on the other side of a video call while she relishes her fried yam. She dey fry pieces.
She’s annoying too and she challenges me. She doesn’t listen most times but she also understands me to a great degree (understanding me was the bane of her existence at some point 🤣 🤣). Imagine how lucky I have been. She makes me want to learn and do better. I love how we analyze our thoughts, suspicions, actions, regrets, mistakes, fears, dreams, friends, professions; native Americans, celebrities, IG videos, God and the doctrines of the Catholic church, couples, movies, series, jobs, fashion, e.t.c., even the weather, whether we should fry the yam flat or run it as yam wedges and women’s sexual rights slash health. It’s great.
In the past, we used to fight a great deal- nobody had the capacity like she did to piss me off. Not even my most annoying teacher. And I had enough anger to go around. I had enough anger and she had enough annoyingness. It was pain. Yet, I’d miss her when she went to school. It’s the same way I miss her now, when I make something delicious and she isn’t around me to enjoy it with me; when I say something really funny and she’s not around to shout Jesus just as she starts laughing and bringing out tears from her eyes or she’s not around to match my energy when I wake up hungry for brutality and sarcasm and Love island.
My sister is the cream of the crop; the crème de la crème. (Don’t get me started on my mum!)
I also have sure friends. Steady cheering me on, hyping me (even the ones as weird as I am still find ways to hype me), gisting me, sharing gigs and jobs and courses, pausing work to play iMessage games with me just because I needed a distraction, giving me the benefit of doubt whenever, wherever. I feel so blessed to have people sticking it out; walking a bit closer everyday- more and more and more- just to get to know me, love me and welcome me into their own lives so that I can know them and love them right back. I do not take it for granted.
Too bad, I haven’t taken as many videos of them as I promised myself that I would, at the start of this year.
The thing is, I am happy to be watching stars become legends right before my korokoro eyes- with our differences and our different stories- making memories and making history.
I do not take it for granted. I also appreciate you for reading.
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