He would say “ Koheneh, (little sister in native language) Mum used to say we were the same soul split into two and walking around on four legs, It seems weird being born together and dying apart. Yup. Till this day these words just rewind and rewind all over again . Each day when I glimpse over the sun rays and the moon's light that shine through the galaxies, I am sure to say “Alhamdulillah ( Thank you God). for making me wake up this morning , because others close their eyes and never wake back up mommy”. As a child, while she's rubbing Cocoa Butter on my radiant fragile mocha skin, i would tell her my talks with Allah and she would respond, “Keep it up , because nothing last.” Whenever she would say so i would stare at that “ stern momma look” because it was quite mystifying. “ Nothing will last”. I remember when I used to wake up when mum is making breakfast. I would stand by the counter with my polka dotted pajamas and ask my daily questions. “ When is Buba coming? I spoke to him yesterday and he said soon , but when is soon mommy?”. She would answer while shes cracking the eggs into the ball. “He would be here once he finishes school in Gambia” and she would always send me that beautifying smile that reflected through my hopeless eyes. “ Now go brush your teeth, stinky”. “But I miss Buba” .
“ Don't worry Buba is fine’’ she would respond.…show more content… I arrived at Gambia which was the first time my little eyes sighted Buba. It was blurry vision but I remember the sound of his monotone voice . As I entered the big village: the person that stood out was Buba his dark chocolate skin with his long ar ms spread apart waiting for my tiny body to reach into his arms. He said “ Oumouuu” and I responder gracefully “Bubaa”. From then on our relationship became a father daughter relationship. He nurtured and entertained me for the time I was there. I was always in his hands. I would giggle every time he powdered my butt and sung songs to
