I’ve had “Praise You in this Storm” by Casting Crowns on my playlist, repeating all day. It’s just too much for my mind to bear. I keep blanking out. My heart is self preserving; It knows the realization of what I’ve lost will cause total system shut down.
My best friend died last week. The news brought all my activities to a halt like a red light.
They say there are no words to convey the depth of sorrow that losing a loved one brings. The weight of the loss is indescribable. They are right.
But I will still try.
I feel like someone scooped out a big portion of my soul and dumped it six feet in the ground. I feel like the missing part of my soul got replaced with a paper shredder. It hurts. And screaming doesn’t help.
The first thing that popped into my head when I heard was,
She’s in heaven. And it’s a better place.
So there’s not much to say. I’ll keep this brief.
Temitope was driven, passionate, ferociously supportive. Always ready to talk, able to hold her own in an intellectual debate. Celebrated even the littlest of successes. Inspiring worshipper.
She taught me how to worship God. Her motto was Hold Nothing Back.
She inspired my first poem. She was my little north star.
I remember sitting in church, mind drifting off as usual during the service when the bible reading came up. I remember being jolted out of my daydream by a voice I can only describe as the replica of Bimbo Odukoya’s. It was firm, intonation and inflection was spot on, her voice was unmistakable. Just one thing was different. When I saw who was producing the voice, I smiled like a five year old on his birthday.
Smiling was always easy whenever I was with you.
I will see you again my friend. Till then, say hey to apostle Paul for me.