”We make time for what, or who, we love”.. I believe that love is like grass sometimes; It can grow anywhere, but how do we know we are in love? A study from the Kinsey Institute found that the brain of a person falling in love looks the same as the brain of one who has taken cocaine. Love is a very beautiful thing and sometimes it heals wounds and makes you feel like you have no idea of what hurt looks like.
Death on the other hand, is a subject that we’d rather not discuss. Actually, death is not the opposite of life as we might picture it, but is a part of life. Like I said in my previous article, I lost my dad when I was very young. You would think that if death hits you once, that you will be prepared for it. Thats never the case though, so each time death hits you differently. The hurt, the pain, is never the same. Most of us, when giving condolences, we often say: “I know what you are going through”. Believe me, you have no idea; Maybe you have gone through the same.
Forgive me for not sharing at the moment my painful details of how I got pregnant. I try to see the beauty part of every situation. The moment a child is born, a mother is born as well. So my life had completely changed, I had not finished my high school and life wasn’t easy at all. We always have a blue print of this perfect life for ourselves. We never get prepared or expect some things. But just out of nowhere, a wrecking ball just punches you hard in the face. My mum managed to somehow fix me to some adult centre where I could finish my studies, or to sit for my exams. After my high school, I was lucky to get a scholarship to go to Sudan and I had to leave my daughter with my mum. Like my mum did the best for us, I knew I’d have to do right by her. So a week after I got a CALL from my mum in KENYA that my daughter got sick; I rushed to the hospital and didn’t make it.