I think of you (Part 1)

A couple of days ago, I got up a little earlier than I had planned to, so I decided to snooze a little. My husband was awake of course… He doesn’t sleep much, so i asked him what the time was and if he could wake me up after 15 minutes. He told me it was 6:47am. I couldn’t sleep anymore.

If ever I catch the time at 6:47, morning or evening, I think of my cousin Imoter… And so on that day, that morning, I didn’t fall asleep anymore, my mind went to my cousin and then moved on to several other connected things, just because it was 6:47am.

I’ve always marveled at how the mind works, how you can just think of a person immediately you hear, see or do a thing that your brain has linked to that person. I also marvel at how you can start thinking what you are going to have for breakfast and less than a minute later, you find out you have wandered to just about anything at all. That’s what happened that morning. I started with Imoter and my mind wandered so far I lost any desire to sleep at all. This happens a lot, I always envy people who can just fall asleep with no problem at all.

Imoter went to school at the Ahmadu Bello University Zaria at the same time with my eldest sister. The school did not permit male students visiting female students in their rooms, so whenever he or any male wanted to see a female student, they would just shout out the room number. My sister Dough was at some point in block 6, room 47. So, the number 647 had to be called out loud enough to be heard. When they came back home for the holidays, Dough told us all how everyone in her hostel always knew when it was Imoter out there and then she mimicked his slow and sad “647” and that was that.

It’s been over 20 years and there isn’t a time when I don’t think of Imoter when I see a number 647 or I catch the time at 6:47. I don’t see him very often, sometines maybe once a year. I rarely call him, but I can say one thing is certain bro, I think of you… Very often.

6 thoughts on “I think of you (Part 1)

  1. πŸ˜… This is sentimental, nostalgic, and funny to some end.

    Reading about the Dooyum and Imoter stuff reminded me of BSU first camp. I somehow fixed them in that scenario and it made sense. The descriptions are lovely and made for easy mental illustrations.

    Today we have special guest appearance from Mr Hubbs. Where was La SonTer? The episode no complete as he no show but…we understand. πŸ™‚

    Life and the story of the distances that are created, whether spatially or geographical is something that is just …just what it is. In the end, we are grateful for the gift of memories and indeed, forgetfulness. Like the popular Naija phrase goes, ‘We move.’

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