Several years ago, I wrote this short memoir. It was from my hurting soul as I had recently lost my mother in a car accident and I felt life was unfair. I survived my grief the best way I knew. Instead of filling my diary with hateful words, I wrote Naijastories a sad memoir and a sad story. However, I stumbled on the love story of Emmanuel Macron today and visited my memoir again for the first time in four years.
Emmanuel Macron just gave my memoir a happy end. I have also learnt that sorrow is only a beautiful scar in our stories.
So I present to the world again
This is time not in grief, only because I cant resist a love story……………………
THE CYCLE OF LIFE (enjoy….)
This story was told by a young man to his mother….
I have something on my mind that bothers me so much. One day, a young well-groomed lady walked into my class. How my heart missed a beat. I told myself she was the finest angel I had ever seen. When she spoke, it felt like the rhythm of the quiet ocean. Her eyes were so captivating, one could get lost in them. For two month, I adored the floor she walked. So one day, I took my pen and wrote a poem; it was titled: “the most beautiful angel God created,”
When she read my poem, she looked at me so adorably and laughed. There were tears in her eyes. My heart shattered! I had just made an angel cry. So I told her not to cry because I would write her another poem. She smiled beautifully and told me she loved it. These were her words:
“Write again to me when you are twenty!”
For years, I waited and watched. I kept my heart solely for my angel.
Alas last month, I drove to her home. I had watched her for several years from afar. When she opened the door, she looked like a sculptured goddess. She looked at me and there was recognition in her eyes.
The sound of my name from her lips made my heart leap as I gave her my poem again. When she finished reading it, I told her that I was now twenty- eight. She had tears in her eyes and sank to the floor. She looked at me so mesmerized in adoration and told me the sweetest words ever.
“I have always loved you, James. I imagined you everyday walking to my table and saying those beautiful words and today, I have seen you again.”
Then she broke my heart.
She told me that she had always waited for me but today she realized that one thing….
In the face of the world, she had fallen in love with a boy.
For her, I lived, but now like a man lost in the journey of life, I fade, Mother.
This is the letter from a mother to me…….
Dear Miss Sara,
Could I call you Sara! I know you would wonder why I am writing to you.
My son came home one day so happy and told me he saw an angel. So I laughed but later observed he was serious. Finally, I asked about this angel and he told me that she was his teacher. Two weeks later, he came home happily and said that his angel had told him she loved him. He was however so sad. His angel had told him to come back when he was twenty. I thought it was all a joke. For many years, I watched my son stay away from women. When I asked him why? These were his very words:
“I promised my angel to write my poem again when I was twenty.”
As years went by, I realised that my boy had been caught in the webs of sacred love. I knew he was never going to be with any woman but you. I then began to pray that you lit the candle in wait as you promised.
For thirteen years he waited, Sara. He worked hard that he would be a better man for you. He told me that he could feel you waiting for him. Every time he spoke those words, I had tears in my eyes. I had never seen such beautiful love not even with my husband. However, two weeks ago, he laid down in my lap. His soul so badly grieved.
So you lit the light as I prayed.
Do you throw away the baby with the bathing water? Sara Brown said that you do not throw away a true diamond even with its many cracks. So don’t hold the situation against him. Please hold it against me for bringing him into the world several years later than you.
From me to the world………….
Thirteen years ago, I was twenty-two years old. I had walked into my new class and met a prince. When he looked at me, I felt I could see his soul. Then he told me that he loved me. Immediately my heart began to play games with me. He was so royal but I was a scarlet robe. When he told me he loved me, they were the truest world I ever heard. So I told him to write back to me in five years.
Everyday, I dreamt of him being a tall man. So dark and handsome walking down my way. However every time he got to me, he just faded into tiny air.
Today my prince is now a man. Tall, fair and handsome but I have stopped being a lady but a woman. An old scarlet robe. My prince has finally come with the truest word the world had never said. But no matter how I tried, the cycle still made him a boy in my line. How does a woman love a man she nurtured as a boy?