My eldest cousin just died. There was practically nothing at home that time, I still remember my mother's tears, the grief she felt, she remembered my youngest brother death too.
"Mom am also going to go"
I still remember the shock she felt to those words and honestly even my self I did not know how those words impacted my life...
"Patience please we don't have enough money for two to go there, and what about your young sister who is going to stay with her?"
"I don't know mom, but all I know that am going to go there and I will provide myself the transport money".
I still remember my friends donating money to me and I found the money in the afternoon we were on the road to the village a seven hour drive.
We reached there at midnight, and I did not slept a wink that night
The next day I did not even had the courage to see my cousin's face for the last time
I had alot of questions and I could still not believe it that he was really gone just like that at 32.
Everything else was done then mom asked me " let's go back home my baby"
I said" no mom am staying am gonna come home but at a later time".
Luckily my relatives backed me up on this, coz I know am her apple and piller, she does not won't me to be far from her.
How I wished I went back with mom at that time...