A Bonding Experience



Guess who went to her village today?
Yes, me!

I recently lost an uncle, my favorite uncle from my mother's side, and today was his burial. My eldest brother came to town specially for this since we were very close to him.

Anyway, like my family would usually do, they decided on my behalf that I’d be going with my brother for the burial. No one asked me or anything. Just jumped into the decision, and me that didn’t have a choice? I quickly took permission from work and boom, I was on the next ride to Orogun.

For someone who has zero relationship with her brothers, I dreaded the idea of traveling with him. Because how was the whole journey going to be, right?

But you’d be surprised that at the end of the day, I was excited I went. He and I sort of bonded, and it was epic for me. Like, for the first time, our conversation wasn’t about or on me asking for money (those with senior siblings would understand). We gisted all through the ride, talking about everything and anything.

Oga was just so funny. He could not understand how Ughelli did not have Bolt or Uber. He said it was so backward—as if he didn’t grow up there, lol. We laughed over it.

Was it a tough day for me? Hell yeah!
Did I feel like crying? Absolutely yes.
But did I make the most of it? Most definitely.

Dearest reader, as a matter of importance, I think we should genuinely and intentionally fix some of our broken relationships. I felt wholesome, you know. Thanks to my dad for imposing this trip on me, else I wouldn’t have had this experience.

One more thing, be grateful for each day. Things could go south at any moment, so make sure you cherish every moment.

P.S. Somebody should explain to me why my village has stable light, and my street has been in sovereign darkness 😭



@favvy_Okwans🖤.

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