Life is fleeting.
For a long time, I never really understood what that phrase meant until 24hours ago.
My mum slumped at work yesterday. No she didn’t die. She’s very much alive in her usual self like nothing happened. Thank God
More than 12 hours later, just before midnight, she woke me up to the news of the death of my neighbour. Nice, charming, amiable woman. Her eyes sparkled whenever she spoke. I remember her smile vividly which was always more pronounced by a black lip liner and red lipstick.
The only thing I can think about right now is her kids. Two boys barely 10 and a baby less than a year old. My kid brother’s playmates. Young couple drunk in love. The first time I had a conversation with her, I was reluctant to stop. She was that cool. We bonded easily.
Heard she died of shock. Was involved in an accident with her kids and maids. The details are still very hazy. Deep down, I’m praying it’s not true. She’s probably still in coma and will recover until I heard her husband’s friends got him drunk to ”dull the pain” in Taiwo’s words.
It doesn’t get any more real than that.
Just when I was still trying to digest my mum’s news, this comes up. I don’t exactly know how I feel right now. Dazed is an understatement. It’s been one tough month. I guess the universe just decided to conspire against us.
Those ”what ifs” are struggling to get the better part of me but they won’t succeed but still I can’t help but wonder ”what if?” I’d probably die of shock too.
First thing I know I’d do is to probably toss my faith out of the window, face the heavens and wail, ”Why me?!!”
But really I don’t think I can handle it. I’m gonna totally lose it and I’m just gonna pray I don’t have to anytime soon.
Life’s short really.
Let that sink in.