Far, yet so Close

Sometimes the phase and stage we are in life determines our relationships with people. It determines how much we think about them and even talk to them.

I’ve lived with my cousin Ngodoo twice in my life. The first time was while we did our undergraduate programs. We had enrolled at the same university at the same time, I was studying Accounting and she, Mass communication.

The university was in my hometown and so she came and stayed in her aunt’s (that would be my mom) house for the entire four year program.

I would say we were close. We had some good girl time and girl talk, especially when Gosha (another cousin) would come around. We would talk and laugh together with Msugh (my immediate older sister), making all the noise in the world.

The second time we lived together was when I went to live with my aunt in Lagos. This aunt is her aunt too but she is more her mom than an aunty. I got a job in Lagos and stayed two years with them in their home. Life was way too busy at this time so I like to think we weren’t as close as we used to be. Especially since I seemed to be in a sad mood most of that time

It’s been fourteen years since Lagos. She’s got a husband (who used to be my collegue…story for another day) and two girls and lives in London…very far away from me. …but I just realized, I’ve never felt so close to her like I have felt in the past year or so. Does she even know this? I wonder.

I think it’s the movies and the music we have been sharing and talking about lately. Gets me thinking about her when I listen to something she might like or I see a movies she would like. I’m in a phase in my life right now where my comfort comes from these things.

I felt a bit dizzy yesterday on my way back from work so I took a sick day today and binged ‘Nobody wants this’. I thought of Ngodoo. I think she will love it. It’s a ten part limited series on Netflix about a strange pairing of a Rabbi and a free talking lady with a podcast about sex. Hahahaha.