Bullish Run of Emotions

Last night, I had gone to bed with some discomfort, hoping a good night rest would relief me. I woke up in the morning feeling much better, and the sleep had worked magic. Just before I could start relishing the my new found comfort, news came about my uncle who had just experienced a stroke.

The first thing I had asked was if he was at home and I was told he was at his place of work when it happened, and has been rushed to a 'hospital'. About an hour later, I heard he is being transferred to another hospital in the state's capital so he can have some tests conducted on him.

My uncle called his wife to ask about the situation, but, he could barely have a conversation with her as she was distraught and crying all through. One of my aunt had left her house to go be with her brother and his family as soon as she heard about the incident, a couple of my cousins and another of my uncle also head out to be with the family too.

I was a bit relaxed hearing all this knowing that he is in good hands. Although my uncle and I don't have the best of relationships, in fact, memories from the last time I saw him which was over 10 years ago are foggy, and I can't really remember what he looks like. But, he has always been the only of my mom's brothers who have ever asked about me specifically when he calls my mom. At least, that is what my mom tells me. She even told me that when they met at one of my cousin's weeding, he had asked her why I didn't come. unfortunately, I was in school at that time.

So, for this reason, I have always been fond of him, or do I say the thought of him. Needless to say, the last time my mum and I spoke about him, I remember her telling me he has gained a lot of weight, as has his wife.

of course, the news of his stroke has led to different speculations, and trust Nigerians to be relate everything to the spiritual realm. My aunt and uncle have strongly speculated that it was a spiritual attack. While my aunt maintained that it was likely someone who is into the same business my uncle is running, because he is a competition for him, his husband maintained that it is likely someone who is jealous of his progress because humans are cruel and don't like good things.

Personally, I simply thought he was just hypertensive, and that is the likely reason he had the stroke, but I kept it to myself, as I wasn't in the mood to start explaining and in the process of doing that, I might unintentionally strike a nerve or two. As always, I was there, quiet and observing my aunt in her confused state, making calls every 5 minutes to know the situation of things. She had lost her appetite and I could literally see the worry all over her like she was wearing it.

I have always had the uncanny ability to keep my calm in chaos, as I believe a calm head thinks better than an anxious one. But people has always found this calmness to be emotionless. What is a person who can't control their emotions?. I napped a about two hours to ease my stress, only to wake up and hear that my uncle is being moved back to the hospital in the capital because his blood pressure isn't dropping.

I was confused, they had moved him to a better hospital to have some tests conducted only to move him back to the former hospital. I couldn't see any sense in that and wondered why people who were with him had even agreed to that. Moving someone who had just experienced stroke back and forth in Lagos, and you expect his blood pressure to come down. Writing this now, I heard they have been advised to move him to another hospital entirely. Well, the good thing is that thus is the last time he would be moved.

All this made me think about how fragile life is and the irony of how all the sweet things that make you enjoy life can also bring an end to your life faster. I hope he gets better soon and regains consciousness, so all the tension will dip. I'd...

Just before I could save this draft, news came that my uncle has passed on, and everything went haywire, din't know what else to write as every part of me feels frozen, I can't think straight. IT took me two hours to write this last part. My fingers are frozen and shaking as I write this, HE IS GONE! It doesn't matter what anyone thinks or not, HE IS GONE!! Now the topic seem almost perfect, as I was second guessing it before

MAY HIS SOUL REST IN PEACE