Hidden Talents – Should She Be A Writer?
In spite of working in a communications agency, Loyin refuses to write. She insists she doesn’t know how. Then Loyin’s grandmother died. And as was expected, Loyin had to write a tribute for her grandmother’s funeral.
In truth, it is a very well written tribute. It is a deep emotional expression of fondness and love for a beloved grandparent.
On reflection, it begs the question, do we all have hidden talents that will only manifest after a traumatic experience? And if we are not (un)fortunate to have an unsettling experience, how do we find our hidden talents? This question will be addressed properly in another article, but for now, should Loyin reconsider her position and consider being a writer?
Silence… Sadness… Tears… Questions… Memories… Images… My mind has been trying so hard to process the shock, but I guess with time, I will feel better.
Writing this tribute is one of the most difficult things that I have ever done. I guess I have to accept the fact the fact that my beloved grandmother is in heaven to rest.
The 1st of May, 2016 is a date that I will never forget. Our last conversation, your last smile and prayers.
On that faithful morning, we ‘gisted’, laughed and you prayed for me as usual. Less than 5 minutes later, you decided to go and join your husband and sister in heaven.
I thought you had fainted. Even though you didn’t respond after so many attempts to revive you, I still hoped deep down in my heart that you would wake up and smile at me. But you didn’t.
When we got to our family hospital, the nurses said that the doctor was not available. We left to a nearby hospital with the hope that God will perform a miracle. My hopes were dashed when the doctor at the second hospital refused to attend to you after checking your heartbeat and pulse.
It was then, I knew something had gone very wrong. But we didn’t give up yet. So we went to the third hospital and the fourth, where they tried so hard to revive you. The doctor looked for a pulse everywhere possible but there was no response. Finally, then it sank into me that you were gone.
I cried, prayed, hoped that you would wake up but you didn’t.
I had really hoped and wished that you will be alive to witness my wedding and carry your great-grandchildren. But I guess this is the will of the Lord.
I will miss your early morning prayers and blessings, Elekinte and the special stew and fried chicken/turkey that you always brought whenever you came to visit us in Lagos. And your frequent phone calls, even though I complained that you call a lot..lol..
Mama Owo, as I fondly called you, I promise to take very good care of my mother as you have always advised me to. And I promise to make you proud.
You were truly a special, special woman! You may have passed on, but your memories will always live on within us. Thank you for your sacrifices, your care and concern, your love and everything that you’ve done for me. Wherever you are, I know that you are in a place. I will be forever grateful and thankful that you are my grandmother.
Rest in peace Grandma. I will never forget you and I will always love you forever.