When the civil war (also known as the Biafran war) broke out in Nigeria on July 6th 1967 due to the Ethnic tensions in the country, Abigail a mother of six, was running a thriving business in Enugu. It was the capital of Biafra. The state created by the Igbo people of Eastern Nigeria, in resistance to the Northern-dominated federal government leadership at the time.
Abigail’s husband was a rail worker who repaired train engines for a living, but didn’t earn enough to financially sustain the family. Due to her thriving business, Abigail was able to support her family with the income coming in from her business. She had two elder daughters and four younger boys. Her eldest daughter lived in the United Kingdom and life for Abigail, was financially comfortable.
Prior to the Civil war, she would travel to Southern Nigeria to visit friends and family. Her visits were widely celebrated, as she came bearing gifts and the children adored her greatly. Then one day, as Abigail went through her usual activities, life as she knew it changed. Within the blink of an eye, Enugu her beloved home, was in uproar. A civil war had been declared. A war that would later inspire the novel and movie, ‘Half of a Yellow Sun’ by author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
In a bid for safety, Abigail abandoned the East, leaving her thriving business, her comfortable home and all she held dear behind. She headed for Lagos, in the South, with her family. On getting to the Lagos, she had lost everything and had no choice but to start afresh. She started a new business, but for some strange reason, it wasn’t as successful as the one she left behind.
Despite her predicament, the one thing Abigail never lost was her compassionate spirit. She loved caring and giving to others. On a regular basis, all the children in her neighbourhood would assemble in her home for meals. Knowing that she didn’t have much money, let alone enough food for herself, Abigail would dish out food to all the children first. Then, if there was any food left, she would have the rest. That was how Abigail lived throughout her lifetime. She used every earning she made from her business to help others. Never once did she think about her own needs. It was always others first and her own needs came later, after everyone was taken care of.
Whenever someone told her to put herself first, she would pretend she was listening. But the moment they left, she would continue to do what she does best, ‘caring for others’. As time passed, everyone realised it was futile to convince her to live contrary to who she was. Abigail continued caring for people and would later take on children from relatives, friends and family where they didn’t have the means to care for the children themselves. Some of these children, have gone on to build successful lives of their own.
The last time I saw Abigail, I was home on vacation and rushed to greet her, but she couldn’t recognise me. It broke my heart. Not seeing that smile, which lights up a room and trying to find ways to engage with her, in the hope, that she might remember me was painful. She had just lost her husband and came to stay with my mother, as her family didn’t want her to be alone. But Abigail, who was fiercely independent, would head towards the door and sit outside to watch passers-by. This was what she did everyday in her own home. She wasn’t happy being away from home and was yearning to go back home. So her children decided to send her home to make her happy.
As soon as her vehicle arrived, she had a youthful spring in her step, almost like she knew she was heading home and couldn’t wait to get there. My siblings and I escorted her to her vehicle and bade her farewell. As her vehicle departed, I stood there, watching Abigail’s every move. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, till her vehicle disappeared into the distance. I remember having this sinking feeling that it would be the last time I see her. My gut instinct was right, as Abigail passed away shortly after.
Her death didn’t make me sad, because I knew that when her time came, she was surrounded by family and the things she loved. For me, it was more important to celebrate the life that she lived and the humble, but valuable things she added to the lives of others. That gave me great comfort and would fill my heart with warmth, anytime I think of her.
Abigail was my grandmother, her husband was my step grandfather and my mother, was her eldest daughter. Although, she is no longer with us, she left a lasting legacy of ‘care and compassion’ that just keeps on giving. Though she never got to witness her son obtain his Doctorate degree or got to see her favourite grandson perform live on stage or witness her granddaughters become a doctor and a counsellor, I've come to realise there’s a little bit of Abigail that lives in us all.
Today, Abigail’s descendants spans several generations and live in different countries across the world. This was something Abigail may not have envisioned, when she was doing her little bit to help others. However, the little bit she did, went a long way and will not be forgotten.
Today I remember Abigail, my grandmother and the compassionate legacy she left behind. To the world, she may seem like an ordinary person, but to those who knew and loved her, hers, was no ordinary life.
Book closures add a nice finishing touch to a book. Adding a magnetic book closure to this journal makes it easy to file away or portable to use as a travel journal. Having said that, it can be used in whichever way you choose. It’s just a matter of personal taste or preference. And this journal's already found a home with it's happy owner!
This is the final instalment in my Lockdown series, as I look forward to a better tomorrow than the one we've had in recent weeks. This was my way of dealing with the crisis that was the pandemic and hope it encourages you, to find your own way, of dealing with it. I wish you all peace, as the world has battled much unrest lately and hope you stay healthy! Stay blessed everyone!
This is the second instalment in my Lockdown series. Throughout the pandemic, I had hope that this situation, like those before it, would pass and the Bible quote in Psalm 91 verse 10 helped me cope when life was hectic. I hope this encourages you to look forward with hope, knowing that it is possible for us to rebuild the future and learn from the past. Do stay safe and alert!
In light of the civil unrest that's plagued our world recently, hot on the heels of the pandemic, I felt it was appropriate to revisit the poem I wrote in Oct 2019 in celebration of Black History month. I personally fail to understand how any human being can treat another in such an inhumane way and be able to justify it. Are we not all flesh and blood? Do we not breathe the same air? Do we not all share the same earth? Are we not all born and will we not all die? All I can think of, is the sheer fact, that those engaing in such atrocious behaviour, are simply ignorant. And it is this ignorance, that leads them to make such hurtful decisions such as the one we've seen in the recent case of George Floyd. May his soul rest in peace and may his untimely death bring the much needed change we all need to see.
What does being Black mean to me?
By Kemi West
You asked, ‘What being black means to me?’
I respond, with a question, so you can understand me;
Do I have red BLOOD running through my veins?
Do I LIVE on this earth like every human being?
Do I ASPIRE to achieve the dreams I have within?
Do I CHALLENGE the status quo and stand up for what is right?
Do I retrain my mind to gain KNOWLEDGE so I can grow?
I know my truth and I know I do.
You ask what being black means to me?
But I ask why a label you created applies to me?
I am first and foremost a human being;
A valuable contributor to the human race;
My past, my present are my heritage and my teacher;
They enhance my humanity and give me vision without borders;
Being Human is to experience the good and ugly side of life;
Whatever our race, there’s a common thread running through our veins;
We breathe the same air;
We live and we die;
We can’t make a life neither can we prevent death;
When you ask the question,
What being black means to me?
I can honestly say, being black means you’re the same as me.
B.L.A.C.K is HuMANity
© 2019 by Kemi West
The recent weeks has been topsy turvy at the best of times and this series is about my personal journey through it all. Sometimes I took a stroll, other times I listened to music, wrote in my journal, took pictures and took time to reflect on life. The first series looks at the things that drew my attention on my daily commute to work. Hope it encourages you to find your own ways of dealing with the challenges that may come your way too.
It is an understatement that nurses have worked tirelessly to protect the nation from the pandemic. This street art by an artist doing his bit to give back to society, is a befitting way to acknowledge the hard work of nurses across the nation. Nurses, you had our hearts in your hands and you took great care of it. We appreciate your hard work! Thank 'YOU'. xx
Please note: The artist's instagram address is on the artwork below in case you're interested in seeing more of his work.
Since journaling has become increasingly popular again inlight of the current climate, an archival box can proof useful. It could be used to store journals, notebooks, letters and prevent your keep sakes from gathering dust. All you need do is take care of your box by dusting it regularly and your keep sakes will last a while! In the video below I made an archival box for someone who wanted a neat way to store their keepsakes and this box seemed to do the trick.
Been reading about prople coming up with creative ways to deal the lockdown and one of the things that keeps coming up is journaling. I have to say it's a great idea to capture this once in a life time occurrence when the world pressed stop, as I don't think it's something we would want to repeat again. Nonetheless, we have an opportunity to tell our stories to the future generations and how best to do that than through journaling. Of course there are other ways to document the times using photography or film, art and so on. The key thing is to take note of the things that capture your attention at present, in the hope of sharing it with those who would appreciate the history in future. Below is a picture of a journal I made in 2016 and I still use it now. That is why, it's great to use a handmade book as they last longer and are ideal for archiving your history.
Who knew when I was watching one of my beloved Korean dramas a short while ago, that I too would one day be wearing a face mask. In fact, wearing a face mask has become such a norm for me that I barely leave home without it. Sometimes art truly does imitate life. The 2011 movie contagion Directed by Steven Soderbergh was a good example of this. We live and learn!
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