Thoughts, stories and ideas.
Do you know the story about soulmates? How God made each one of us in halves, scattered us all over the place and we have to find this other half, (who is our perfect match by the way) who is also somewhere looking for us.
Handwritten letters tickle my fancy, I know it's the fourth industrial revolution, and we are all supposed to be "techy", notepad applications such as the one I'm using to document this right now is the go-to.
”It’s a bird.” I told my mum. “ A baby self.” I added, trying to use my eyes to draw the heat of my plea in her heart. “This is an owl na”, she said, scrolling through the pictures. “Okwa ya na-eme mkpotu n'abali.”
She wants me to tell 'boo' that she (he) was with me, while she (he) goes off to eat the forbidden fruit.
If I had known her life would soon be cut short, perhaps, our last exchange would have been less heated.
