Memories Are Made of These…

This post is mostly a tribute to You

It’s been a see saw all year like I said . Some of the most awesome moments I had this year were thanks to you, us…
All them outings –every time we went out- how much fun and laughter it was. The silly things we’d do, you’d do;
Like how we can’t watch a movie together without throwing popcorn at the people in front or doing equally nasty stuff like you putting your feet on the empty seat in front, just to get the ‘look’ from whoever was sitting next to it.
Jeez, or how I can’t walk into ‘normal’ MedPlus at the Palms without smiling coz I remember ‘that night’ while also praying they don’t remember us.
Ha, your trips into the country these year were some of my best time 😀 going out, or hanging out… or just knowing you were just a cab or a bike away…
Remember that day, when one of us did something and how it put me in a panic, and I cried and begged you to come, and you came, and it was such an awesome night. Not because of anything but just because…
Gosh, and going to that awful market with you, and sitting on your kitchen cabinet dangling my feet, giving you ‘moral support’ every time because you pamper me and cook for me when I’m around. Gosh but that morning you wouldn’t cook for me because I was disturbing your sleep, and then I couldn’t find the knife to cut the yam…I wanted so badly to find the knife and cut you 😛
That trip we took in April, was it? to that club, and how we spent all night looking at each other and smiling and whispering. Lmao. Its no wonder we never went another time.
Or just competing to see who can slide farthest using the tiles at The Palms…
And talking, about anything, and everything…
I love our conversations, and the silence. Gosh I love the silence, when I don’t have to say anything, and neither do you, and it’s not awkward even if you, erm one of us is moody.

Oh, and I love wearing your tee-shirts to sleep 😀
And everyday, everyday, talking to you, chatting with you, tweeting @you… you keeping me sane.
Remember the time in July we fought, and didn’t talk to each other for two weeks, and when we finally did, all the screaming and crying. Lol. And then it was o.k… better than before.
And you writing my epitaph, even if all it says is “Fuck Off”. smh at u
Like you said one time “memories are made of these…”
then the other things outside of you…
like the workshop, and just spending 10 days with the other participants. Writing. Talking writing. Bliss.
The little unexpected things, like Chimamanda reading a story I wrote as a lunch break exercise at BookJam in May. Gosh!

Or having the then editor of Elan call me up and ask me to model for an edition even with me insisting I couldn’t do it and it turning out to be so gorgeous my mom stole my copy, even though she went on about the dress with the open back 
and having writing pay, and not badly too…
P.S you should know I tried to find a way to put ‘conversate’ in this post but I just couldn’t 😉
P.P.S hope you could find yourself

11 thoughts on “Memories Are Made of These…

  1. An absolute beauty of a piece…

    “I love our conversations, and the silence. Gosh I love the silence, when I don’t have to say anything, and neither do you, and it’s not awkward even if you, erm one of us is moody…”

    This particularly strikes me – how I so long for it!!!

  2. Ok well..only you could have brought me out of my hiding spot..This is one superlative post as always..your expressions,..your choice of wordsm seen ONLY from a writers minds. Really, you have your work cut out for you and i wish you the very best.

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