Memories
We sat under the
mango tree for close to twelve hours, everyone in the biggest shock of our life’s,
we had Escaped with the most dreadful race of our time from the kidnappers we
mistook to help give directions to a location because we thought they were just
lost strangers. we never imagined the very scenario we both had just opted out
of still with our lives in our hands
from, and from that Mango scenario night from the age of Eight I and Teddy swore
allegiance to each other to always be Brothers.
Times flew and Teddy was my closest pal, we
grew up on the same street, I recall I and Teddy fought over a girl who later
got married to sister Keechi’s husbands’ bank Manager right before our eyes, we
grew both in the same area but with different ideas towards living. Teddy was
the definition of a guy with the bloody heart, he will always start up all the
fights, He was always quick to oppose Authority, don’t get me wrong I get hurt sometimes when humans put selfishness
over Human basic need but my real Gee was more of that opposite of me. We both
never grew up rich but we had almost enough to fend for ourselves, I recall escorting
his dad to the police to bail him out when it got to that time.
Sometimes
I stop to think for my friend if he really truly understood the implication of
all his actions but I guess if there was a thing you could never do for a man
is think for him, I watched my friend right before my eyes fade in the sun. I
stop to Reminisce every single time Shawn John’s” Memories” song plays on my
playlist and all I do is wish wishes, He got addicted to taking pills when I
least expected then sold every single belonging he had, I like to pick the
slightest lessons from the tragic story of my closest pal, I like to call it tragic
because I believe to him He died a fighting for what he truly thought was
right, but in my heart of hearts he failed his mission. He got carried away by
the tides of the youthful living, he failed to understand the little things
that really mattered like striving to do right even when Wrong was the most
common choice to make, He became selfish right through fighting against selfishness,
He became bloody fighting for what was right. In real life there is term called
Balance and it was created because every single thing we do becomes too much
and that’s when it is termed Bad.
In the Memory Lane of my best
Friend everywhere seems cold; He left each and every one of us who had true love
for his soul in Torment. Memories of Teddy my friend to everyone growing up who
truly understand should be then a reality check to help keep us on the balance
of living.
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