Stripped

In old Igbo culture (in Nigeria), one of the burial rites states that when a man dies, the wife is to shave her head. There are a number of other barbaric things she has to endure; however, all that is for another day.

Despite Igbo being my heritage, I really am not at all traditional. However, on this day, with this event…I feel so utterly stripped down in my core.

I simply cannot imagine myself not cutting my hair!

To clarify: Jacob was not my husband. Heck we were NOT romantically involved. However, as he would always say to me “If only I wasn’t gay, Belle. We would have to get married.” Joke or not, this is how he won the title of “my beau”.

This title means a lot to me. He was like my soulmate in many ways. We had too much in common, and I am bleeding as if we were in fact husband and wife.

I miss you Jacob. I really do. I cry a lot and I pray I will meet you for the first time and again, one day, in Heaven.

I love you always. You will always be my beau. Always.

This one is for you kid! ❤

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2 thoughts on “Stripped

  1. Look for me in Rainbows

    Time for me to go now, I won’t say goodbye;
    Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.
    In the morning sunrise when all the world is new,
    Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

    Time for me to leave you, I won’t say goodbye;
    Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.
    In the evening sunset, when all the world is through,
    Just look for me and love me, and I’ll be close to you.

    It won’t be forever, the day will come and then
    My loving arms will hold you, when we meet again.

    Time for us to part now, we won’t say goodbye;
    Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.
    Every waking moment, and all your whole life through
    Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

    Just wish me to be near you,
    And I’ll be there with you.

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