A journey that began with days, grew to months and now its 4 years gone.
The rush of emotions I fill are so heavyweight and can’t fit into notion of too many sentences so I’d start with how it all began.
A group of individuals from all backgrounds , you could imagine all states fully represented in a friendship. Lol we weren’t 26 as the states of Nigeria. But we were alot, I don’t really know our individual side of the story or how it all began from our experience. But ride with me.
A group of 17 Sharp medical nerds that decided to come together to read, sike we were really more than needs or friends, a family bond so strong that we hust couldn’t fall out, we shared most meal together, drinks were never taken alone or in secrets, get together was fun in our large complete numbers, we shared every pain, happy days and every relationship struggles together ( inside this evian another evian always dey inside) . Well we grew individually but we gre beyond the department comprehension together. In every step we took we were always hiding hands, not like we consciously hold our hands to move, but in every department assignment submission, political campaign, outreaches, dance crew, leadership positions, and every fight our hand was always held tightly to someone and it was always a circle member. We unintentionally grew beyond friendship bonds, was ours covalent or electrovalent bonding, because you all my friends are not just a memory but an experience I would forever love and cherish.
Siting with my pen, in a dark cloudy night and staring with a sharp gaze and the sky and all I can read are the stars, effortlessly playing a full drama scene of all our memories, and with a full chest, I promise not to be teary while writing this but follow me on this journey together.
I remember so well like it was yesterday how my favourite 2 lovey Dovies are always trying to read their NPC novel in the dark class or outside under the moon, while she places her head calmly on her man’s lap and they open the book but never read pass the first line of page.
I recall one unusual night while 2 angels read their books and decided to step out only to come back and ask a question that I can’t help but laugh ” abeg you help me see my black bag for here’ 😂 was like a movie because I didn’t know this two girly angels , but in my sharp remembrance I recall how every one present was trying to find this bag that had her phone inside and many other valuables. It was really painful to see her sad, bit it was more beautiful to see team work play out effectively.
Ride with me , I recall this 2 couples and another two fair couples all sweet love show playing out every night. Nothing intense, but soft and intentional. Still wonder what happened to them.
We took are very 1st photo together, and it was so weird how we looked to beautiful then but when we view them now we just cringe . In all our massive number, its sad that we dropped in numbers but that bond hust never grew weak. I can’t recall a day where we weren’t together . It could be just seven of the 17 friends or sometimes 10 or mostimes 14 but we just never dropped to a remaining number of five or anything less. If you ask me that’s growth.
How can I end without remembering all our fun nights, memories and night we gather together to settle discus or to strengthen the bond. A stranger could swear that it was a cult or rather a fake click. But only us knew what we were, some days we were friends, some days we were helping the needy , some days we were saving broken ships and other days we were a family, clinking 🥂 the glasses to not only a semester but to 4years of strength and unending growth.
I will hold y’all hands while I say this, I love y’all so much beyond what my heart muscles can handle. That’s right even my media-sternum feels the strength of my love for every one of you. it’s only higher from here cheers 🍻
MEDMIMI 