I was never the fun kid growing up. I always had my head buried in a book, caught up in a different world. This was probably why my friendship circle was unusually small for a child. It was a miracle, but I had a childhood best friend- Mmesomachi. Our friendship was very peculiar, more of a long-distance relationship. We only saw each other at Sunday School. During our break time, we would stand in the hallway, hugging and yelling so much information at each other, eager to make up for the time we lost during the last week before we parted ways again. And after Sunday school, we would also scream our goodbyes as our parents dragged us to their cars.
One day, my family and I went to visit my aunty Udo who lived on a different street. Aunty Udo was my favourite because she filled my little hands with candy whenever we went to visit her. As I came down from my mother’s car that day and walked towards her front door, I heard my name. It seemed to float in the air, high-pitched and excited. My eyebrows rose in surprise as I looked around. I heard my name again. It was coming from an upstairs window in the next house and sounded like the shriek of a little girl. I looked and saw a little figure waving frantically at me from the window.
“It’s Mmesoma!” she screamed, jumping and waving. I gasped. No way. “Mmesoma!” I squealed, doing a little dance with my hands. Why haven’t I seen her before? I wondered. “Who’s that?” my aunt asked, squinting in the sun to get a clear view. I glanced at Mmesoma and looked back at my aunt, contemplating if to let her in on this secret. I’ll keep this to myself, I thought. “That’s my friend from church,” I explained, squinting at my aunt. Mmesoma stopped waving. I gulped. This wasn’t good.
“Can you come down and play?” I called at Mmesoma. “No, I can’t,” she replied, her voice was low this time. I rubbed my palms together and looked down at my little shoes, disappointed. “Okay, bye. See you at church.” I said. She didn’t reply. I turned and walked away; my shoulders slumped as tears formed in my eyes.
That was the last time I saw Mmesoma before my family moved away. Sometimes, I wonder if I had called her my best friend that day, maybe she would’ve come downstairs and played with me.
This is very beautiful Favour ❤️❤️
I still wish I had done better towards my some of friends from secondary school. I still think about them and wonder how close we would have been by now…..
Nice work Favour ❤️
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Your writing is so beautiful Favour
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Thank you so much, Oreva ❤
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Brings back memories of lush childhood, before things became too complicated. Lol. Next?
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Sadly, it’s not a series. But if there’s a follow up, I will write about it.
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Beautiful story
Thank you
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😭😭
The value of labels in friendships can’t be overemphasize.
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Not necessarily. But I think because we were kids, it meant a lot more to us.
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Sigh.. I wasn’t ready for the story to stop.. Important lesson though.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. ❤️
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This is beautiful ❤️❣️. I’ve had a similar experience before and when I think about it I wonder if I had done something different we would still be friends
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I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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This story brought back a painful memory. When my family moved to the United States, I lost contact with all my friends. I wish at that time we had Facebook, so I can stay connected. It bothers a lot.
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I understand how bothersome it can be. I really hope you meet them again.
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Omg…. the way this story is so real and how I can see everything so vividly is totally crazy. I think everyone has one of those moments where they wished they had done something differently. This just reminds us that things in life can change any moment and we just need to learn to appreciate everyone we have the best we can. Love this!
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Yes, it’s absolutely important that we cherish every moment we have because our lives can change so quickly.
Thank you for reading! I’m glad it spoke to you.
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Guess we all had that one friend we wish we had more time and even to see again.
Thanks for this.
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I believe we all do.
Thank you for reading.
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