My brother left for Canada on a Tuesday, and I have been the firstborn ever since.
That sounds like nothing. Let me explain what it cost me. Before Kofi boarded that KLM flight from Terminal 3, we were a team — he handled our mother's rent, I handled her light bills and the small pharmacy drama that came every quarter, and together the weight was manageable, the way two people carrying a wardrobe up a staircase is manageable, until one of them puts their end down and waves goodbye. The morning he left, he ate waakye from the woman by the SSNIT flats in Adenta — the one with the red plastic bowls and the fish that always looked at you — and he was laughing about something on his phone, and I watched him eat and I thought, this is the last normal morning, though I could not have told you why I thought it.
The calls reduced first. Not immediately, not dramatically, the way people imagine abandonment — it was gradual, the way harmattan takes moisture from your skin, you don't notice until your knuckles are cracking. Then the time difference became a personality. Then he got busy. Then his Ghanaian sim stopped working. Then there was a girlfriend, then there was a lease, then there was something called a credit score that apparently required all of his emotional energy for two years running.
And I carried everything. I carried our mother's cataract surgery. I carried the family WhatsApp group, which is its own full-time job, with its own pension scheme of accumulated grievances. I carried the explanation every Christmas — "Kofi sends his love, you know how the visa situation is" — delivered to aunties whose eyes said *we know exactly how the visa situation is.* I carried the weight of being the one who stayed, which nobody tells you is also the weight of being the one who is seen, which is also sometimes the weight of being the one who is blamed.
Last year, our mother was in the hospital for five days. Kofi called on day three. He was crying. I sat in the corridor of the 37 Military Hospital at eleven at night, my back against a wall that smelled of bleach and old ceiling, and I listened to my brother cry from a country that had taken him so completely there was now a time zone between us even when we spoke.
Herh. I told him she was fine. I told him not to worry. I walked back into the ward and held my mother's hand while the IV dripped, and I thought about the waakye, and the red plastic bowl, and how he was laughing at his phone, and how I never asked him what was funny.
He is coming home in March. That's what he said in January.
It is April.
@ndlea_nigeria I would love an enlightenment on your duty holding a mobile phone sent to my mother and requesting my data page, her data page, receipt of the phone etc.
I really do not understand how what I understand to be your duty relates with a mobile phone sent to my mom.
@iamnasboi I have a 2020 highlander toks and a few months used from brand new 2023 KIA RIO for sale. Going for 50m and 15m respectively, both slightly negotiable.
@iamnasboi I have a 2020 highlander toks and a few months used from brand new 2023 KIA RIO for sale. Going for 50m and 15m respectively, both slightly negotiable.
@Carsnationn Above the price range, but buyer might be in the CS.
Kia Rio
2023
8k miles
Location: Lagos
Bought brand new, used for like a year and still in perfect shape and condition
15m (slightly negotiable)
@elonmusk I suppose you're very much educated to understand the statement he made "we will cut the throat of whiteness" not supposed to mean he will cut the throat/kill white people. Except you have an agenda against him.
@nigimmigration
I would like to ask for clarity, do I need to go to the Nigeria High Commission, London with either of birth certificate or certificate of state of origin for a passport renewal?
Or just my NIN is enough, including old passport and payment receipts?
@paxful Account frozen since 2022 for no reason, and up till now, you keep saying you are investigating. This isn't an homicide case. How many years more do you need to finish the investigation?