I didn’t realize how fast time went by until my feet brushed a piece of wood beneath my shelf, and I fell on my face, staggered to get up and there was our yearbook right under my arm. I picked it up and sat there for a second and thought oh wow, “I still got this book” I still in much smiles and I longed for each page with so much enthusiasm like my happiness was dependent on it, it was beautiful yet intriguing…. my thoughts ran as I made open each page, I could still remember the names of everyone and their wildest events, I chuckled in between, I smiled, and I had inexplainable chills for others….
‘I should have done something better, It wasn’t that bad Afterall, I should have read a little more, I should have held some hands more tightly, I should have spoken to more people, these thoughts clouded my head till it sank into my soul; unsure of what next to do, I dusted the book and dropped it on my desk.
Years have gone by and I still think part of my best years are still in high school. We were so young and free, we didn’t realize how much beauty that was, maybe too much beauty…. Well, I no longer use my glasses and I am sure you now know I didn’t study law, oh, and I didn’t grow taller too, I still love to eat, I still love my fast foods, especially akara and bread. I added a little flesh and I have come to really love my becoming, it is my safe place now.
Enough about me, I am now realizing that life is real, even though I am surprised at how time flies so fast, I see some of you have crossed borders and traveled beyond seas, some of you are now married, some of you are most sort after in your field, some of you are still trying to get it all together, some are finding balance, some feel lost but I guess this is life and the fickle that accompanies it… life is so real that there are not many miracles that exist out here… and I admit I was wrong about a number of things.
I hope you all get to read this letter, I know Time is a reconstruction and so I do hope waves are even on your end, we are scattered around the world now but the memories we share will linger for a long… I hope you stay happy for as long as life gets.
Well as for me, I now practice media, currently, I am a journalist and I work for one of the best PR MEDIA FIRMS in Ilorin, I hope to work with BBC AFRICA soon and maybe, someday I will marry a white man or a black man but definitely a good man.
If you can kindly write back or reach me on any of my socials preferably my mail; Bestabeg2021@gmail.com
Yours sincerely,
Stephen Best Patience Iyanuoluwa.
Nostalgia is a wound as it is a healing balm.
Your heart sinks, weaving through a maze of cutting edge memories made, and the ones you wished you had made. Yet, in that wound, you find a mend – a quick fix – that sews your tearing heart with the hope of a brighter future, and even more beautiful memories to be made.
More importantly, a lesson is learnt – that one must live life to the fullest, making memories of the simplest, the littlest, the ‘minutest’ moments.
Nostalgia is a wound we must first inflict on ourselves, then live through in order to find that healing and hope for a brighter future.
I hope Best’s colleagues write back, and find heartwarming joy in nostalgia.