MOVING ON FROM THE DEATH OF VIVEK.N.OJI.

Image source: The New York Times.

Dear Diary,

Today I am Infact shattered by the death of Vivek Nnemdi Oji. I believed the word “shattered” would describe it perfectly but now I know it doesn’t do any justice to the feeling. Vivek Nnemdi Oji became so real to me in very vivid color, a person made of two people I’ve known in this lifetime, one a friend — another an icon; may her soul rest.

Oh Vivek also reminds me of her creator; Akwaeke Emezi.

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My friend, An Icon, Akwaeke Emezi.

In one person.

I’m maybe afraid, sometimes, most times, to go into Akwaeke’s world of truth-stories, because as fascinated as they are with life, they are extra detailed with death.

The slow and gradual death that is the human existence.

Akwaeke’s truth-stories are addicting to me because they constantly merge the godlike nature of this human experience seamlessly — and that is why I am afraid, because after the experience that was Vivek Nnemdi Oji, I have fought really hard to move on… I’m still fighting.

Let me tell you the first step to my moving on.

Regardless of the fear of imminent death, whatever the form might be…

I chose the voice from the Python’s Egg again, this time around it was through their book, titled; “You Made A Fool Of Death With Your Beauty”.

Do you see?

Very tempting, very very tempting.

Their voice lulling me in to a new world, one I fell asleep in, dreaming of Feyi and slowly but surely giving an image to Nasir.

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Book in my face,

Hooded eyes, weak hands.

Then my eyes shut, not registering the fall of my weak hands or the story that it held.

THE END

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