Love and Death

Mugisa Balijahe.

Strategies for the technical.

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LOVE AND DEATH

        We have all experienced love and death in our life at some point and it has become such a taboo topic to vividly be discussed. I for once thought I was in love and the world was mine, but as with some other real life situations there wasn’t a happy ending, not even a happy beginning to be exact. I had a crush on a friend of my sister. She had a luxurious black, natural curly hair with round radiant face, luminous smile like a fool moon, and she walked so freely. I was attracted to her like a bee is attracted to a flower. I be-friended her obviously because of my interest and we become close friends. At this point I had been crushing on her for a year and two months. I attempted to express my feelings a lot but I didn’t have the courage. Most of my friends were telling me to do it sooner because I am not the only guy with eyes out here. So I finally decided that the fourth of July was the day, since it’s such a victorious day. She drove my sister and me from a party and she didn’t want to go home because it was too early. I offered her my company and she accepted, and we went to a friend’s house to just chill. It was a warm summer night with a cool breeze and positive vibe in the air. We street packed and I told her my feelings towards her and she was astonished and felt special. Then I heard “wow! I never knew you liked me that way, but I see you as a brother.” My heart ceased beating and I gasped for air for a while, suddenly I was cold and shivering. I stepped out of the car and walked home. All I know and had experienced at this point is unconditional love…Now I understand the Christian faith. God’s unconditional love to us.

        The death of my grandmother was shocking and very agonizing for me to handle and even talk about it now. She was like a friend and a guardian to me, perhaps the only person who really understood me. It was a rainy afternoon, I was tired and coming from school, walking in a shallow road when I saw my friend rushing up and panting to tell me the news that she died of cancer. I froze there for a moment and watched the world pass by. I was speechless and went through the five stages of grief real quick. Of all the times we spent together she never informed me of her being sick, but she was old. As a kid it’s hard to understand death and almost everyone tries to avoid explaining it. I was eight years old and up to this day I hate funerals and cannot stand dead bodies. I guess that is my traumatic childhood experience that haunts me today. I really don’t like talking about death since the reality is it’s inevitable for all of us. Deep down we all want to be loved and love one another unconditionally but these are utopia visions and it doesn’t exist.