Mallam Faysol,
There's a lot I intended to say, and I think this would be the third draft of this message. I've written and deleted and written and deleted. I am trying not to over talk, and also trying not to be less in my talk.
I was speaking with my brother some days ago and you came up. We were both just amazed about your personality. For that moment, I envied you. I don't know how well I am with people. I don't know how people remember me or my name. I want people to remember me well as my brother and I remembered you.
How have you been? I am not a graduate yet, but I think I am already feeling what it means to be out there, seeking for a life to live, to sustain oneself. It's hard, I know, but I also know you as a fighter.
Yesterday was your birthday and I would have sent this yesterday but I don't know why I don't fancy birthdays anymore. I think they remind me of how much i've spent here on earth. Though, I have been trying to appreciate myself now, that I have done something even if it seems like nothing.
I have come to learn that the absolute achievement is living. We can only dream when we're living. A dead man's dream becomes something that goes into the air the day he dies.
I think you should do that too. I don't even need to tell you that because the Deen has already taught us that. But life can be chaotic sometimes, and throw us into a sack of depression. And depression does nothing but make us useless..
So if nothing seems like happening, please know that your existence is happening, and it means a lot to some people, like me. Appreciate that.
Faysol (I am not up to calling you your name but forgive me), I love and admire you a lot. I can't wait for the world to show you the magic you're made of, I can't wait for you to show the world the magic you're made of. I can't wait for the light to bloom. I can't wait for that beautiful future which belongs to you. You are an amazing friend and brother, and I like you, and respect you, and envy you, and consider myself lucky for knowing you.
Best,
Ahmad Adedimeji Amobi.
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