March 10, 2021 at 12:11 am #1437412Agamah FrancisMember
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Imagine a world without love and the warmth of family relationships. The thought of it even sounded impossible. Love is the rope that holds all human emotions together. Out of love, we forgive those who hurt us and endure all manners of pain even to the point of death.
But love has no regard for any legal, moral social, or cultural inhibitions.
Sometimes, siblings find themselves in a situation where they have an unnatural love for each other. This is regarded as a taboo and prohibited by culture and religion and state laws. In situations like this, one lover must have the courage to reject the other lover to maintain cultural sanity but it isn’t that simple in this “mirage” called love.
I, Sarah Donkor, had always envied my friends who had big brothers who seemed to take care of them so much. For a strange reason, I thought it was a prestige for them to have big brothers, something I didn’t have and could only imagine in the fantasies of my own memory,taking comfort only in a fictional big brother who cared for me and loved me. The reality was, I had no brother to protect or come to my aid anytime I needed someone to stand up for me.
Day in day out, I would either dream of having one or imagined having one. I had a good reason for such sentiments. My two siblings and I were all females.
An incidence happened in school one Monday that rekindled my desire to have a big brother. Mr. Addo Vincent, our English teacher, gave us an essay to write and the essay was: “Describe your big brother and mention three things you like about him. “When I was given this essay to write, I became down-spirited. Sadness descended upon my soul like a lion pouncing on its prey because I don’t know exactly what to write. For one hour, I struggled to pen down something.
At the end of the exercise, I submitted virtually an empty sheet of paper with just a few meaningless words. He marked and gave us the result. I scored zero because I didn’t write anything meaningful on the page.
Mr. Addo, not knowing why one of the Star students in the school will fail in a simple essay called me to come in front of the class and began to inquire why I failed in the essay writing. My hard won reputation escaped through the window, as if chased by an invisible mob, clamouring for its life. Sadness descended on me like clouds on the horizon.
I shook with emotion, my legs wobbled like an unstable toddler. I began to sweat. My sweat rapidly merged with the tears trickling down my cheeks. I was not oblivious of the fact that my colleagues were staring at me, surprised by my sad mood, since the assignment was given.
The whole class was stone silence for a few minutes before Sandra, who had three big brothers broke the ” ice” by her hurtful remark, which was said undertone,
“Sir, she can’t write this essay because she doesn’t have any big brother to give her that experience.
I tried to control myself but succeeded for only a few seconds before the torrent of tears poured out onto the floor.
I moved towards the entrance of the classroom without uttering a word to Mr. Addo. He was totally shocked by my behaviour. “Sarah, what is ….”he initiated a question but couldn’t finish it before I rushed out of the classrooms, with about fifty pairs of eyes, staring at me.
For three days, I couldn’t go to school. Eventually, I went back to school on the fourth day. I decided to see Mr. Addo in his office to explain why I was very emotional on Monday.
Me: Good morning, sir.
Mr. Addo: Good morning, Sarah, I have not seen you in school for the past three days. Why, are you sick?
Me: yea, sir, I’m sick…. err…not real sickness but psychological.
Mr. Addo: Please, can you explain yourself more clearly?
Me: Yes, On Monday I was very emotional because of the essay you gave us to write. I have no brother and I didn’t want to lie either. When you ask me to come forward to explain myself, my emotions overwhelmed me and I couldn’t control myself.
Mr. Addo: Hmm, it’s a pity. I think I understand your predicament now. Sorry if I touch a sensitive spot of your emotion. I was just giving an intellectual assignment, not considering the sensitivity of the issue.
Thanks for opening up to me.
Me: You are Welcome sir.
“if there’s a single lesson that life teaches, it’s that wishing doesn’t make it so.”- Lev Grossman0March 10, 2021 at 12:20 am #1437413Agamah FrancisMember
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What A Cute Brother !!!
~One week later~
I was very surprised when my father announced one day that we had a big brother. Initially I thought I had not heard him well, so I asked him to repeat the announcement. He repeated it and went further to explain to us that our brother was a product of a past relationship he had with a teacher by name Doreen Anaglate, who used to be his girlfriend. He said they broke- up under embarrassing conditions, so Doreen couldn’t tell him of the existence of the boy until now.
I was very excited about my father’s narration because to me, it was a wish come true. Honestly, my joy was a bit extreme and my father wondered if something else was making me happy.
He said Martin, our brother was twenty-one years old which means he was three years older than me. I was 18 years old, Manilla was 15 years and my youngest sister Jacqueline was 12 years old. I thought about our brother and wondered how he would look like; whether he would love being our brother and if he was cute.
Three days later, my father returned home from work with news that our half-brother, Martin would be visiting us the next day. That night I couldn’t sleep on my bed because I was so anxious to meet this mysterious brother of ours.
We dedicated the next day to a making preparation for our brother’s arrival.
A few minutes to the end of the preparation, my father phoned us to inform us that they were on their way coming and would be there within the next twenty minutes. Those twenty minutes were like twenty years to me because anxiety had caught up with me. Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace. This did not resonate with my expectation. My anxiety increased. If I had had the power to move time, I would have fast – forwarded it so that they will arrive within two minutes.
Harvey Mackay said, “Time is free, but it is priceless. You can’t own it but you can use it. You can’t keep it, but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it, you can never get it back.
Though I knew that Quote long ago, it made more sense to me now. I can’t own time, so I have no other option than to wait for their arrival no matter how anxious I was.
At long last! They arrived home. I heard the sound of my father’s Ford car as he entered the house and moved towards the Garage. I rushed out to catch a first glimpse of the one -and -only brother I had never seen before. In all my imagination of him, I never expected Martin to be such a handsome guy. When I set my eyes on him, my mouth involuntarily dropped open with an exclamation sound “wow.” My heart melted. “Goosh!!! Is this really my brother?
He was a cute, well refined young man, from head to toe. He had romantic eyes, and the gentle expressions of his romantic voice enchanted me. He had a mark of innocence on his handsome face that could stop any girl in her tracks. I guessed he was used to that, the sudden pause in his natural expression when I looked his way followed by a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. It didn’t help that he was so modest with it, a rare quality in a cute guy. He will surely have many admirers.
He was tall and well-built with rich black curly hair which swam in waves. He had thick eyelashes and eyebrows dancing on his well sculptured face and pointed nose. His eyes were surprisingly deep black and sparkling like the rays of sunshine smiling on the afternoon sea. I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. His high cheekbones perfectly accentuated his face and angular jaw. These natural attributes
reinforced the dimples on his cheek when he smiled. His full sumptuous pink lips appeared as if they needed a full moisturized kiss. He had a smooth brown hairy skin folded into iron chiselled muscles making him looked like the Hero in the super man movie.
After the usual introductions and pleasantries, our parents left us alone to catch up with lost time and in no time we were conversing happily with Martin as though we had known him for very long. He told us he had completed University of Ghana Legon Medical school last year and have been posted to Ridge Hospital as a Physiotherapist. I was very grateful I had a cute caring brother after all.
“You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true.”
– Richard David Bach.+1March 10, 2021 at 7:59 am #1437451Dãñîél wírêMember
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You don dey fall for your brother0March 10, 2021 at 9:26 am #1437470Ireoluwa EmmanuelMember
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So all this qualities 4 ur brother? Hmmm+1March 10, 2021 at 9:30 am #1437472GraceMember
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The beginning of an abominable love story…next+1March 10, 2021 at 1:33 pm #1437501Sulihat Adeola Abdul YekeenMember
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Hmmmmmmmm+1March 10, 2021 at 2:18 pm #1437504LadyGMember
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What is that your name again girl, look you better b careful .
Nice one my Gee.+1March 10, 2021 at 9:26 pm #1437538SamyoloMember
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This is serious
For the first day u fall for ur big brother0
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