Poetry

The Love Of A Brother

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A year and half ago, you left to serve the Lord

Something I have always urged you to do since you got to your mission going age

But deep down I knew it was going to be a great deal of struggle for me as I was so much attached to you.

For you taught and showed me what unconditional love was

 

By loving everyone around you, though some to me did not deserve this kind of love

You taught me how to be treated rightly by a man

And what I should never stipple low for

By standing up for me, you taught me how to stand up for myself

 

How to fight the thought of inferiority and learning to be independent is something you never cease to make me learn.

You taught me how to dress and act as a lady

Something I struggled with most part of my life because I was tomboyish

How to walk like a lady is something I am still struggling with, upon all those rehearsals with me at home J

 

You trained and groomed me into the woman I am today

By teaching me what true beauty really was.

You have made me a proud sis

Whose song most time is “my brother is this, my brother is that”

 

I know you may have some flaws which we all do

But in my eyes, you are the most perfect person I know

You are the best thing I could ever ask of from our Heavenly Father

And I am grateful to Him for making you brother.

 

I remember how I had to hold back tears on the eve of your send off

Struggling to push away thoughts of not having you around me for the next two years

I remember how people wondered if I could survive these two years without you, knowing the “extreme introvert” I was.

I have been counting each passing day since the day you left for Missionary Training Center (MTC).

 

As I could not wait to have you back home with me

Each day passed as I had to face various challenges on my own

Challenges that made me soak my pillow with tears every night because I had no one I could trust to share them with.

Though you are serving on a mission far away

 

You ceased any opportunity you could have to write to me

Reminding me of how much you love and missed me.

How proud you are to have me as your sis.

And making me know my worth

 

With all these, why would I not be a proud sister

Who walks with head up high in the sky

I cannot wait to have you back home

To have you tease me and me chasing you around to punch you.

 

eNyO’sCoRnEr

Anita Enyonam Sossoe

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