My beloved brother.

“sister Chika, don’t stress yourself too much, I’m very fine and I just want you to be happy.” Few words, few words that brought tears to my eyes, few words that made me miss home and my beloved brother even more, few words that gave me hope and haven’t seized to serenade me since they elapsed into the air. I recall when I went home for Christmas and it was time to return to the UK. I walked into my brother’s room to say goodbye and there he was, he was pale and he lay down in a lot of pain. Yes, Richard suffers from sickle cell and like so many times before he was down again. It was so difficult to leave him like that and how I fought to hold back the tears. I begged him to get up and try and eat something so he could take his medication. He struggled to get up and I knew he was doing it for me. He tried really hard to eat something and I sat there and watched him all through even though I had a flight to catch. I had to hurry so I hugged my brother and said goodbye. I saw the look in his eyes, he was sad; he didn’t want to see me leave him again. I held his hand and told him that he’d be fine. I told him to stay strong for me and I promised to call him again and again to check on him. Then again on second thoughts, I removed my sim card and gave him my phone. I sent for a new number for him and told him to text and flash me as many times as he wanted and I’d call him back to speak with him. His face lit up and I could tell he liked his new gift but he loved his sister even more. He staggered towards me and gave me a big hug, and then he smiled. That smile made my day, it gave me the courage to get up and leave. Richard is a fighter and like many times before he got well sooner than I thought. My brother makes me laugh every single time we speak and of all my siblings he is the most selfless. He’d displease himself to please anyone and he’d sacrifice anything just to make another happy. My mother calls him the clown in the house because even when he is ill he still says all sorts of funny things just so we’d all laugh and take our minds away from his pain. Today and everyday I am grateful to God for my brother’s life and his strength. I’m done blaming anyone for his situation because I know that God has a reason for everything. I found succour in my brother’s words: “sister Chika, don’t stress yourself too much, I’m very fine and I just want you to be happy.”
I am happy Richard and it’s not just because God has strengthened you my brother but also because he gave you a heart of gold.]]>

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