Tag - best friends

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Sunday shorts: The red brick house
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Oniovo: Duets
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A friend in need…

Sunday shorts: The red brick house

The grassy distance to the door must have taken 10 to 15 steps. Daniel’s reluctant limbs stretched it out by the characteristic onomatopoeic sound of hip hop flowing from the house, reminiscent of a roaringly wild party with drinks enough to drown a shoal of sharks, ear -splitting music to wake the dead and endless supply of half-clothed girls; all of which blurred out after he got paralytically drunk and managed to stumble upstairs to an unoccupied room, intending to sleep off his drunken stupor and cause no harm or shame to his name or his parents’.

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Oniovo: Duets

There may be no relationship…that’s closer, finer, harder, sweeter, happier, sadder, more filled with joy or fraught with woe, than the relationship we have with our brothers and sisters. – Jeffrey Kluger   “Victor! Come with Jnr.” Uncle E.E.’s voice boomed from his door. “And Ejiro, come with Idolor.” He continued before entering the room. E.E. (his initials are better sounding than his name) is a paternal uncle of ours, whose house we spent many memorable holidays while growing up. With eight children of his and us in tow, those times were devoid of any dull moments. Whether during his period in DSC or afterwards in our hometown, we always looked forward to the holiday gatherings with anticipation. The bond between a sister and brother sometimes tightly woven, sometimes loosely held, but never broken. – sibling quote He was also an expert errand master, making ample use of the several children at his disposal, giving us a feel of the situation at his office. There was always something to do, somewhere to be, an errand to execute and sometimes accompanied with a well – written letter. And like our lord sending out his disciples in twos, none of Uncle Edward’s was carried out alone. Long before marketing executives, real estate agents began practicing it too, he operated on that biblical premise of two are better than one… Back off! I have a sister and I’m not afraid to use her! This pairing up was not novel or unfamiliar; in fact, it further strengthened the bonds we had formed with each other while growing up. Back at home, there was (still is) a teaming up amongst us siblings. Though the gender distribution is uneven, it didn’t stop bffs from springing up, usually between those nearest in age, as though created for that purpose. Or as our mum would say when one of us is yet to give birth to a second grandchild, two or three years after the first: “Have another one so that they can both grow up together.” (Now that explains quite well the minds of our parents as”more

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A friend in need…

My closest friend is, and has been for the last decade, my beau. The truth of this statement dawned on me immediately after I saw it written in black and white. Marry your friend, is the advice most people get. No one said anything about that friendship evolving into best friends. Is this in anyway related to our proximity to each other? Sharing the same physical space, air and being in each other’s faces every day, all day? I doubt it. It is likely there are couples out there in the same conditions without experiencing any camaraderie or closeness. Whoever said marry your friend was dead right, unlike the person who alluding sleeping soundly to a baby’s snooze time. Either s/he didn’t think it through or was the yet to have a baby to test the claim. My beau was not only my friend before we exchanged vows; he was also one of my best cheerleaders. My reality check. My constant push to become a better me in every aspect of life. My sounding board. My listening ear. My encyclopedia. The kind of friend I obviously required at the beginning of evolving roles in life – wife, mum. And the one I needed along the way as well. He rose to the occasion time and again. Admiringly. Undoubtedly, he’d win the award for my longest – running best friend, and it would be well – deserved.  

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