Becky.... part one and two.
The story you are about to read is a true life story but sequence of events were modified to protect anyone dead or alive.
I was the Tom boy ,did everything boys do and never liked the company of girls, i played football with the boys and Mike my boy friend once told me that he love me more because of my dribbling skills. I was just out of touch when it comes to girls issues so everyone called me Tom boy.
“You are the Beckham i know” Mike told me tough he calls be Becky
I converted a free kick and we won the match, it was a neighborhood group match. Anyway i was just 16 and Mike was 19. He plays football and wanted to be a professional footballer. I could still remember the looks in his face, he came down to our place that evening to let me know that he will be traveling to Europe for trials.
“I might not come back if it work out” he told me
I know that deep down his heart, he didn’t want to go without me, i was still too young but we had plans for our future and i believed in our Love. I didn’t want him to go but i cannot stop him, It is a dream come true for my Pele as i fondly called him.
“Mike, i will miss you”
“Becky,i will miss you too but i will come for you if i ever have to stay back”
“Promise me that you will and will not get married to a white woman”
“Never” he shouted. “Becky, you will be the mother of my future kids and nothing can change this”.
Mike has always told me that he has two dreams, one is to be a professional footballer and the second is to marry me. I looked at him as he wanted to leave and saw tears dropping from his eyes. The next couple of days were so different in my life, no more football, no more anything, i have began missing him already. I wrote a poem and gave him that night before he departed, he kissed me on my forehead and assured me that all will be well.
For you my love,
Though you will be away for a while
Though i won’t see your smiles
Though many will come
There will be no compromise
I will grow and will grow for you
I love you mike.
Mike made it and was retained in Europe but we kept in touch, thanks to the internet which made it so easy for us to communicate frequently. How time has passed us, it is now two years. I got an admission to study accountancy and Mike wanted to visit, he wanted to be present for my matriculation.
June 14th 1997.
The darkest day of my life. My Dad wanted mangoes but Junior my younger brother was nowhere to be found so he could climb the mango tree and plug him some mangoes. I then decided to get him the mangoes myself but he objected to me climbing the mango tree.
“You are now a grown girl and must learn to comport yourself” he told me
He warned me not to ever climb the mango tree but to wait until Junior come back but the very moment he went into the living room, I climbed and was right on the top, shaking the branches. This was all i could remember about the event of this day.
I woke up to find myself in a hospital bed with both legs covered with POP and hanged to two standing poles, my mum was beside my bed, i noticed that there was tubes inserted into my nostrils. It was the 17th of November 1997.It’s been five months and 3 days. I have been in coma all these while after falling from the Mango tree. Mike visited as promised for the Matriculation and went back to Europe.
I spent the next couple of weeks in the intensive care unit and was discharged on the 2nd of December 1997.I won’t ever walk again because my spinal cord was damaged. My mum later gave me a greeting card left for me by Mike because he visited me at the hospital.
Get well soon reads the card and inside it he left a message for me;
“Your eyes were closed
You could not see me
But i felt the power in you
I know you will make it
You look more pretty sleeping
Get well soon my love
I will be back for you”.
I asked my mum if he knew that i won’t walk again and she told ,that he suggested moving me to Israel but the Doctor convinced him that no specialist can make me walk again because of the severe damage to my spinal cord. Anyway i knew that it was my own end, Mike will not marry me anymore, why did grandpa plant that mango in the compound?
I later reconnected with Mike and his words of encouragement were more effective than all the tablets i was taking. I did all my registrations and was doing fine with my studies, adjusting to my new life. “A cripple.” But thanks to all the wonderful friends i met at the university, who supported me and was always pushing my wheel chair.
Becky... part one and two.
Mike visited me on the break of my first semester, he came on a
Mercedes Benz sport utility, he wanted me to enter into the car but i
could not get up from my wheel chair then he threw a ball to me and i
headed it back to him. Men for sure hide their emotions, Mike buried
his but one thing he could not hide or bury was the tears flowing down
from his eyes.
“Becky, i don’t want to see you on this wheel chair” he said.
Mike was crying and everyone around us that day cried like something strange happened. It was my entire fault and i blamed myself.
”I should have listened to Dad."
Mike left that day and that was the last day i ever saw him. I sent him bunch of mails but he replied none. I learned that he always visited home but didn’t care to see me but i was happy anyway at least, i won’t be a burden to a star like him. Everyone told me to be strong and all my wonderful friends in the campus inspired me so much.
I lost Mike but my wheel chair led me to Jesus, Mike abandoned me but Jesus accepted me.
I graduated with first class honors so i decided to have a celebration for my achievement, and my parents wanted to do it for me too and it all fell the same period, my birthday was same month as well. October 12th 2003.My best day in life, “Happiness they say comes to those who seek it”. And i have always dreamed for this happiness, a day the star will fall from the sky and i grab it.
The party was on and everyone was on high esteem. Junior my younger brother kept the atmosphere alive with his dance, i wanted to stand up and dance or even toss the footballs which were used in the decorations. ”If wishes were horse, beggars will ride”. I realized that the tempo changed because everyone was shouting but as i tried to figure out what was happening, i noticed a tap on my shoulder from behind. It was Mike. He was in town.
He had no words and was full of smiles, i could not hold my own smiles either but just as i wanted to ask him when he came back, he lifted me from the wheel chair and carried me on himself, he then began to sing along the song playing.
“Flying Without Wings
Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lovers eyes
Who can't deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings”
He asked everyone to join us outside so he carried me along, there was a special electronic wheel chair which allows you to control your movement and ease the burden of been pushed by someone else and there was also a special automatic sports car RS 1 (Mazda) with all the features powered electronically and controlled with the hand.
He carefully dropped me on the driver’s seat of the car and asked me to start the ignition, i did and i blew the car horn, everyone began to shout, there were tears and there were smiles. I could not hold my emotions and i knew inside me that i harbored no grudge for Mike, I still felt that same love for him, that same i felt when i was 16.
As everyone was shouting and cheering me with birthday songs, the unexpected happened. The star fell from the sky. Mike knelt down right in front of the whole crowd, opened a small red box, it was a ring with a diamond star embroiled on it.
“Baby,i have been away all these years for concealing to help me face this reality and today i can tell you that i am stronger than ever, you look more cute this way and I found Christ in my quest for counseling so i am here right now for you, let us praise God together. Becky, let me walk for you. Marry me and be the mother of my future children”.
God works in mighty ways, we later got married and had a set of twins.
This is a dedication to the love of my life.
May God always bless you
For all your love
For all your support
For been the best Dad
I and the boys will always remember you”.
Mike was one of the passengers of the Air France that crashed into the Atlantic from Rio De Janeiro to Paris on 1st of June 2009.
His body was never found but i know that he is right there in Heaven scoring goals for the Angels.