Naija Chikita

So i was at Mizchif's, reading this her undefined post abt the MJ memorial + annoying folks = realisation of the love for ur folks... it brought back memories....one i would like to share with all of blogsville.

*Make una bring out the box of tissues....don't say i didnt tell una*

SUMMER 2008...

So i'm at home chilling, and i get a call from my granms (maternal).
Gran: Chayoma Nne, i nukia ? (did u hear?)
chayoma: wetin?
Gran: nwanne gi (your sibling)
Chayoma: what happened? which one?
Gran: Kay, he is in the hospital.
Chayoma: ehh? say wetin happen.
Gran: my dear i am not too clear on the details. your dad just called. he is with your mom at the hospital.
(For my dad to be home on a weekday, you know it is serious)
Gran: call them. i will drop by and see them during the weekend. credit mu agula (my credit/minutes has finished/expired)
*hangs up*

Fast forward to a few days before...
Convo with my mum...

Mum: chayoma chikito, how naa ?
chayoma: i'm fine. how una dey?
Mum: Kay is not feeling too good.
Chayoma: wetin?
Mum: He had moi moi from the cafeteria for lunch, even thou he knows he isn't supposed to.
( See my brother and my mum have sensitive stomach, sensitive skin,sensitive nose, sensitive bum....infact sensitive everything. )
chayoma: didn't he go to school with his lunch?
Mum: He did. But decided he wanted moi moi.
Chayoma: What exactly is wrong?
Mum: his tummy hurts. Plus diarrhea. i put him on...blah blah blah (all those medical terms. una know say i no be acada-woman.)
Chayoma: is he there? ka mu na ya kuoo! (let me speak to him)
Mum: he is alseep.
....after talking and talking.......
Chayoma: you should probably go sleep too...Nite.
Mum: Nite honey.
*end convo*

CALL AFTER GRANMS...

Mum: Hello...
Chayoma: Mum, it's me.
Mum: Chicky,
Chayoma: Mum, gran just called me. she said you people are in the hospital. what gives?
Mum: Kay,
Chayoma: what about him?
Mum: He is unconscious... *sniffs*
Chayoma: what? How? what happened?
*at this point, my blood pressure is skyrocketing...i am more than worried*
Mum: Apparently, his blood is toxic plus they think he has a rare blood type...
Chayoma: Huh?
Mum: My baby, i am not in the mood to talk right now. I have been in the hospital all day. your dad just got here. Yeye is at home. i am tired. Just pray for your brother...
*hangs up*

By now, i am scared out of my wits. i haven't got a clue what's going on!
Call my sis, Yeye to get the 411 on things....

Same thing, she informs me of the rare blood type probability ( Now both my parents are AS, i'm AS, my sister is SS {sickle cell anemia} junior is AA, and Kay is....??? the so called rare blood type. i forget the name). So apparently with his blood type, his cells respond differently to drugs. explains why anytime he had a fever, all those Quinies never worked for him. All that was left was to hope he snapped out of his coma-tic state. Because it didn't seem like he was responding to treatment.

By now, i am crying my eyeballs out. I raised Kay like my very own. After my mom had him, she had to go back and finish certain medical exams and was gone for like days. So my dad really did step in, cooked, cleaned and ofcourse i had to help. was 8+ then. Would stand on a stool to wash the dishes.Years went by, My dad's job became demanding, site contracts and all, he only came home in the weekends, my mom, was tied up at the hospital most of the day...so,
I cooked, cleaned, made sure my sibs got to school, brought them back home, made sure they did their homework, answered whatever questions they had. settled their troubles, basically i was mum and dad. And we were close (still are, but now they all grown up. Life). I am attached to that kid, who doesn't know that. He even fights off my bfs then (feeling like a big bro. God i love that boy)
So hearing that his life was hanging on a rope, haa... PANIC ATTACK! i was a mess. Thank God for friends. I cried, like i have never cried in my life, i kid you not. i couldn't eat. nothing. Then i went on my knees, and prayed, like i never prayed before.
Then i made a prayer that changed my life.

I prayed .... (Lekwa nu prayer m....see my prayer oh)
"God, if you plan on taking my lil bro away from me, well you would have to take me too, coz there is no way i could go on in life knowing he is no more. He has a bright future. Electrical/Electronic engineering flows in his blood. the way he takes apart electronic devices and puts them back. he fixes abandoned extension reels.do you want me to go on? you know him even more than i do. he is such a sweetheart. he helps out a lot. my very own selfless brother. You know what, Take my life and give it to him, coz he has got a brighter future than i do"

At that very moment, i forgot all the annoying things my family members ever put me thru.
I WOULD DIE FOR THEM!
i was certian, was sure....i LOVE THEM, and will always.

That incident made me realise the depth of my love for my Dad, Mum, Yeye, Junior and Kay....
And i am always reminded of this fact.

Mizchif's post, brought back the painful memories. But we need memories to remind us of the people we love and cherish.
P.S. Kay is hale and hearty oh! he is alive and kicking it with the rest of us. God did see us thru. The Bobo dey school, girls dey pursue am like no man's buzness...

Take the time to remember those you love and cherish. They will always forever be close to our hearts.....

This one is dedicated to....
1. Michael Jackson....will always remember!
2. The Jackson family. May the Lord give you strenght through these trying times. Coz i dunno what i would do if i were in your shoes. To the world, he was an icon, to you, he is FAMILY.
3. My Family. i will always LOVE you.
4. My friends....(including blogaville) your love and support keeps me going. you are dear to my heart.
5. Last but certainly not the least....
TO GOD ALMIGHTY, for giving me such wonderful people, making it possible for me to experience such love. i can only imagine the depth and width of His love for me.


*Used up half a box of tissue. My eyes are puffy and red. But my heart is glad *

P.P.S. some people may find my prayer to God strange but seriously i talk to Him like i do my father. I call him Dude, i kid you not. My roomie finds it funny. God and i (i like to bliv) understand our relationship. it is a working progress. hehehe!

P.P.P.S
i promise to post something exciting as soon as it happens. So make una begin to pray, that something funny ,out of the blue, comes my way!

Mwaaa.... :)