Midnight. Headed home from work. Sorrow’s subtle. I miss my auntie.
Last time i saw her she was having soup. Day before a wedding. Fam was bustling.
I could tell she was tired. I hugged her. Kissed her cheek. She caressed my head. Held me to her. Lingered. “I’ve missed you”. “How are you?” she said.
A year ago, i woke up to her gentle hands rubbing mine. It was 5am. I was in a medical ward at Korle-bu. “shh… Go back to bed” she said. I hated being in hospital. She knew that. I knew she hadn’t just come for me. She’d come for treatment as well. Open secret. But i never asked about it. Don’t think i was built to face the truth. Not that morning. I closed my eyes and drifted off, her gentle touch in the distance.
Sitting in Accra’s first TechSalon. My mother’s whatsapp message beeps. Cuts deep. No way… I just prayed for her yesterday. But. Hollow.
Her home. I gaze up at the balcony where she’d dance, But there’s no her. Just memories of a mighty presence, once physical. Gentle sobs. Agonizing wails. My cue.
I wish i’d let my kiss and her caress linger just a bit longer. But, I wish many, many things.
Nicki’s “I Lied” in my ears. Not helping.
I miss my auntie.