Mums, Loss, Grief.
Warning: THIS POST IS NOT AN OBITUARY OR TRIBUTE, IF I SEE ANY CONDOLENCE, I AM BLOCKING YOU ASAP.
I’ve always wondered how life post my mum’s demise would be (don’t judge, this is a safe space and I want to know all possible outcome). Also, tbh, I am slightly (okay, scratch that) greatly obsessed with the entire concept of death and loss.
Anyway, back to my story, I got an hint of how it would probably feel like. You see, my mum (read, Iya Bolu) is coordinating a project in the village her church is situated (yes, I am a pastor’s seed) and this project requires her to be there every weekend. The first time she left, I had forgotten about the trip, I just assumed that she would be home ( they have a saying about assumptions,right?) you could imagine my shock, despair and hunger(major issue) when I realized that I’d be spending the rest of the weekend alone.
The entire house felt empty at best, at worse, dead. 
me at the window, looking out for Iya Bolu
Thing is, I’ve gotten used to having her around in my life so much that I can’t imagine anything outside of me and my mom.
I should probably take a Kizz Daniel masterclass because I don’t see myself living apart from Iya Bolu anytime soon.
How do y’all cope or plan to cope with grief and loss??
Let me know in the comments
Till the next Chronicle, Love and Light. (if Nigerian Babes and NEPA allows
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Great write up.
ReplyDeleteI manage my grief by clamming up, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.