I was born in a country where irrespective of how the weather looks, it is regarded as being wet or dry, it is the way we were wired by our colonial masters.
This article right here relates a part of me that most people do not get to meet often but that which is alive and only few people notice;
I walk around with a big scar!
It’s simple, I am one who doesn’t get over people with huge influence on me quickly, folks might say I do not grow or I am a weakling but some pains stays for a life time.
I am lonely, I have actually been lonely for the better part of the last 15 years. Yeah! I have been great and lively as people who are close enough will say but the truth is sometimes and on most nights, I reminisce on a part of me who have been absent for that long.
I miss my Dad!
I haven’t achieved so much in life, I am grateful to the Almighty for His mercies. I have faith and assurance that a whole lot of what I want haven’t been achieved but tomorrow waits and will be better.
For every milestone, small as they might seem, I have missed celebrating them with him, I have missed rushing home to give glad tidings of these little achievements.
I have been all alone in my world for 30 seasons.
I want to shake it off but it’s tough, I have lived with this for 15years and this scar can’t just be wished away. It’s a scar that never goes away and becomes painful with every touch.
It’s a tough call for me to have penned this, I cried! Don’t, on my behalf, it will never be easy to get used to this pain but I have, despite it being a tough thing to do.
But then, sometimes, people with the liveliest lives and the biggest smiles move about with the highest kilo joule of pain.
Even I am a witness!
‘Lanre Bucknor writes with a scar and a big smile from Lagos. He is on twitter and Instagram via @lordrooz