I remember the evening of the 27th when we sat together & drank on the open fence until the time went old. That same night, Onyeka barfed all over your shoes & we only laughed & called her a light head.
You said we didn’t have much to lose; that “the inherent doom of things is already in the news, we might as well laugh.” So we did.
We reminisced on the times we had & the morals they said we lacked.
We opened up our hearts & journeyed on, baring our highs & lows.
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On the morning of the 29th, Onyeka slipped into a coma. This time, we didn’t laugh. We couldn’t anymore.
Numbing the pain didn’t work, learning to live with it didn’t make it easier either. So that was us, a bunch of kids who weren’t the most popular when it comes to “Team-Optimism” but at least we were trying everyday to believe. It’s the least we could do since the laughter ceased. Indefinitely. 🦋
