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Been quite a while.

Yeah. I know right? There's been a lot that's happened in the time I was away, the biggest event being the loss of my dad. For the first time in my life I felt the true meaning of PAIN. True pain doesn't necessarily have to be pain in the usual sense of the word; on your skin, on / in your head, in your tummy etc. This pain was a dull shattering numbing sensation that left me gasping for air. The grief felt tangible and yet it lived inside me, it hovered over me, it stared me in the eyes when I woke & sat on the bedside stool every night waiting for me to wake up.  It'll be 3 years since I lost my dad on June 4th, & finally I can say I'm starting to cope with it. Since then I have lost a few other people as well & as always I withdraw into my cocoon & ponder all the "whys" & "what ifs".
The most recent loss was that of my cousin, Chioma. Such a bubbly woman. Last saw her at my wedding & I still have the video of my bache…

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