I once had a friend who's of blessed memory now , light skinned , easy going , cheerful ,someone who everyone loved you'd never have a boring moment with her , she was a warm girl who wore her hearts on her sleeve . During 8th grade , someone stole her provisions and she had to make sacrifices for her younger sister who was a grade below us , she started skipping meals and became very weak I remember one time she was squatting and I jokingly pushed her and she just fell down with ease if only I'd seen the signs then , most times she was always tired and rested , I remember on inter house sports morning your mom brought food , rice to be precise and we all ate , after midterm was when the theft happened tho , then one Saturday you signed home , I remember telling you all the food you should bring for me I shouted and talked to you till you got to the junction , I even hugged you , if I knew that that would be our last I'd have made it longer and memorable , Monday came you weren't back , Tuesday left always you still weren't back and Wednesday cried and dropped the bomb that you were dead like I saw red and the thing was we all cried so who would console who I remember running out of class that it wasn't true till people held me back like that was the first time I cried for someone , that day was sad , we already made plans for our birthdays which were 4th and 5th of april respectively yet you left march . I remembered when your mum asked what you wanted and you said she should cook for you . you know ehn I wish we could talk again let me know how you are and tell you everything that has happened in my life , hug you for the last time , most times when I watch Lola I ask myself why can't you appear to me like Lola's aunt did tho I know I'd run away at first sha... Many times I wonder if ya lonely in the other side , if ya happy , if ya alone and all that.....I miss you alot o , we all loved you but God loves you more , I try not to cry because I know it'd hurt you to see my tears , I keep telling myself that its for the better , I wonder how life would be if you were still here you know , sometimes I'd write a letter and burn it saying that the smoke and ashes would convey my messages to you if i wasn't all that scared of ghost I'd have tried communicating with you o....anyways ...God be with you till we meet again
