The Journey Today: Another Tale of a Brother Who Is About to Lose a Caring Sister
Exactly 134 days ago today, precisely on July 18, which was the day of her induction into the Pharmacy Council of Nigeria, I placed an official auction of my kid sister, Helen Ekaette, to any responsible man who was ready for marriage, has the fear of God, respects women, working class, smart, intelligent and handsome.
The public offer was to truncate the strong clinching force that exists between her and yours truly, or at least, reduce it to the barest minimum, as the resultant effect could eliminate my sister’s chances of getting a man for herself, or superimpose a deceitful orientation that indoctrinates a belief that I won’t get the lost bone of my flesh.
Furthermore, it will reduce, if not end all the “buy me shawarma”, “you promised to get me pizza”, “drive me out”, “give me money”, “the money is not enough”, “shift let me lie down close to you”, “Mum told you to take care of me”, “is this how she asked you to take care of me?”. Of the truth, it was becoming stressful to have a sister like Helen.
I won’t mention how many times she had to hack my device by diligently studying my password each time I opened the phone. She is intelligent and I have myself to thank for the strict and compulsory tutelage I began over two decades ago, even though I am now the one suffering the effect of those mathematical skills I imparted to her.
At the slight opening of my phone, 201 pictures of us will be the least. With her eagle eyes, she can tell all the Naira and kobo in my wallet; you can’t hide anything. The young damsel is too blessed, even with the gift of the sixth sense organ. She is always proud to have me as a brother, ready to show me to all her friends; I love her so much.
As I kept hunting for her ‘Jacob’, little did I know the smart young man was found. Was I supposed to know about it? Yes. But how do I know when she never kept late nights, never slept out, nor answered love calls with love tones in my very before? She had no worries about ‘man’. Mehn, my sister is the exact definition of the word ‘Christian’ and I have my mum to thank for it. God bless the departed soul of my late mother.
Victor is a nice guy. We’ve had a series of conversations time without number, and I can tell without mincing words, the young lad has a future. He believes in Jesus, and respects women and brotherhood; but more importantly, he loves my sister and our family. This is all I ever wanted. Helen is blessed because I never stopped praying for her.
As I write, I feel a mix of happiness and sadness. I’m happy because it was my prayer for her, and sad because I’m going to miss my baby girl forever. It’s sad to know that the disturbances I once pronounced as herculean will become my biggest desire again. The good times, the bad times, and the mixed seasons of tears and smiles we had will swiftly become memories with no one to place them on our dining table while having dinner.
Helen, in all of it, I desire a happy and fruitful home for you. Congratulations baby girl. Big bro loves you and will always do.
P.S.
Please, accept this as an invitation to the event. Kindly check the card for directions and guidance.
I am Donald B. Robert
