It’s another Father’s Day; the 11th one since you breathed your last on the 11th of June.
Of course, you’re not here. If you were, I’d have made you your favourite croaker fish stew with noodles and rice.
The nonsense food combo you and I tried together though!
Remember the weird fried yam you and I ate that made us purge? Lmao. Mum never said sorry, she had that ‘serves you right’ look all through.
Our fights; I remember the day you slapped me. You claimed I hissed at you. Well, working with you could be frustrating. You’re so impatient and well, look who took after you!
I miss you.
I miss you in a way I cannot express.
Your death left a void in my heart; a void that no one is able to fill.
You left without looking back and it’s what scares me about ‘forever’ in marriage.
Forever is an illusion. Forever isn’t infinity. Forever is time-bound. Forever isn’t till death do us apart. Forever is a lie.
The events that happened between June 11th to 21st, 2013 shakes me.
God, I so much hate the month of June.
For me, June = Anxiety
The finality of death is so unfair.
Lol, I remember how I lost it that moment; they grabbed me else, I would have followed you.
Dear Oláwolé, watch over me🕊️
