I remember the day you came home with me… so high, so cute… so red
You were so nice to have around… you matched all my moods
Everybody wanted to know where I’d found you... they wanted 'inside' your 'heaven'
you were in a class of your own so I never bothered with an alternative
… we were gonna go places together
Anwu na eti na abali Imo, Milan… Italy, Taiwan… Ajegunle, Sudan
Remember the first party we went to…
…that gala… I was wearing my black skinnies and white Chinese shirt
And you were… just… you.
Sexy, classy… classic
Then the other party… I was rocking my little black dress with the wide red belt
… and you
Oh and then there was the Nigerian party… then the movie date… and the mall trip
We were so good together
Now you’ve known about my wedding date for a while now
Actually I wouldn’t really call it a date… My Jehovah Witness basically told me 2 weeks ago that he wants me to come with him to a wedding tomorrow… his friend this Jamaican girl is getting married to some African guy. It's gonna be me, him and the 'jungle peeps'... I know... great friends... I've had some of the best times with those people... can't wait.
So this is my second ever wedding… I didn’t invite you to the first one I went to when my Zambian friend married her Ghanaian fiancée… cos it was a day of whites and blacks and blues… those aren’t really your patterns
See this wedding… I really wanted you to come… you would fit right in…
But I can’t find you
I’ve searched high and low and everywhere inbetween
But I can’t find you
I’ve called friends to see if they know where you are
… but they laugh(Yes Ms. BA aka Home Scientist I’m talking to you)
I thought we were gonna share the spotlight together forever
But it seems that you’re gone from me
I’m going through emotional withdrawal because I got so used to you cheering me up on the weekends
Oh Material Grief!!!
See the yellow outfit seems dull without you
Maybe I have to reimagine it… find a replacement cos your loss has created a vacuum
It’s even worse cos I can see half of you in my room… taunting me… reminding me of what I’ve lost
Oh how I wish you would come back and make things right in my ‘nightlife’
Left foot of my 3 inch red stilettos…. Where are you now?