YOUR HERO NEEDS A HERO

 "Why always me? Why can't life be at least easy for once?" Those where the words that escaped through my elder sister's mouth. 

That morning, i had called her to tell her that i needed money for a compulsory text book. One of our lecturers had said that she would be using her new textbook as her C.A for the semester. She had told me that had nothing as at the moment. However, she promised to check whether there was something she could do before evening. I was not happy, in fact, i was destabilized by that. This was because she was the last hope I had and there was a time-limit for the textbook purchase. 

Previously I had contacted my elder brother but he had told me that there was nothing he could do at that time. I was not surprised since he hardly gave me money. I just drifted and dialed my sister's number, at least i knew she has always tried for me. However, that morning, he response that morning was not a good one.

Towards the afternoon i received an alert from my sister. I was so elated. I dialed her number but it was switched off. I sent her a text informing her that i got the money she sent. I rushed to buy the textbook; i would be out of Henrietta's blacklist with just that textbook.

But, when i came back from school, i dialed her number again and it rang but she didn't pick this time around. I switched on my data to know the things i had missed online when i saw her status update with just a crying emoji. I checked and found her online. I pushed the button for video call and it was picked. However what i saw gave me a goosebumps.

My elder sister was crying. Maybe she was not even aware that her phone was on-call already. I saw in that phone call, my strong sister in her weakest state. i saw the resilient lady that had always encouraged me since the demise of our parents, crying. I saw her asking God questions. If i can Remember, she had one particular question which she repeated, "God why must it be me?"

Eby my sister has actually been more than a sister to me since my birth. She has been taking care of me through my primary and secondary school until now that i have been admitted into the university. She has never complained to me of anything since i knew her. She has always answered me whenever i called. She was sick with an incurable disease which i never knew and even, life has not been so good for her in anyway. She couldn't go to the university because there was no one to sponsor her. Even the work she does now was disgusting but she had to in order to always provide for me.

How can one bottle all these kinds of life pains and still remained strong? I have been watching my phone crying since she finished pouring out her heart to her God. She was not even aware i was watching her. Those that tends to make us comfortable most often sacrifice their own comfort. For the rag to clean the desk, it has to suck in the dirt on the desk. Those that make you see reasons to survive in most cases, have no reason to live. Most smiles are fake. Don't be selfish. Remember those that holds you dearly.

Kenewrites