Tiwatope - 'Beauty and Brains' exemplified!
You were indeed a special girl. intelligent, talented, creative and beautiful young girl. You would spend her holidays, building websites or writing blogs. She loved drawing. You loved music and several times taught her self to play songs on the piano. You could spend hours knitting a special neck piece and wear it so proudly. next minute, you had see her pulling out the wool because you wanted to make something different. Your love for music extended to you writing some pieces. Poetic Tiwa. Even your art work were exemplinary. Your art teacher did a beautiful Tribute to you involving the entire class. I should take a picture of your last art work, a scuplture. We kept it in your room.
I must also mention, that strong will that would not make her bulge. I remember one day, we were at a friends house and a boy a couple of years older than you, thought he could snatch your toy and get away with it, probably becasue he saw you were a baby. Oh my, all the adults in the room, stopped and starred on at that struggle for your toy. You never let go. You held on tightly until the boy gave it up.
Your passion for your friends. You and very passionate about your friends and you did have a lot. Even when you were not feeling your best, you wouldnt let that stop youfrom getting up to meet with your friends. We all used to laugh at your social life. Your strength was displayed throughout her life even more throughout your illness.
You loved music. First it was all the girls groups - The Spice Gilrs, Destiny Child then the Boys Groups - Boyz II Men, and the likes. Then the solo groups. The last fav was Beyonce. I stumbled about your journal on her. One day, I hope to retrieve them and share them here. I remember those evenings at the hospital, we would listen to Adele, Owl City and so on. Even as a young 2.5 years old, I remember how you would sing repeatedly, 'You are my sunshine'. Yes, you loved music and you were a great dancer too.
Your love for fashion . As a young child, you would change like 3 /4 times in a day. You would even shower and change for dinner and would not put on your put on your pyjamas until after dinner. You would combine, match and come out all uniquely accessorizing with beads, robes, belts, scarves. I remember your different bangles. My Fashionista.
You were on top of your game, an all rounder. Your academics didnt slack. You would struggle with your essays even on your hospital bed. Your love for athlectics never affected your academic performance, from basket ball to volley ball. You even started cheerleading.
In all of these, your kindness shines through. You were always helpful with my numerous projects. Always ready to teach me new stuff you young people get up to. the lingos/slangs. Yes, I cannot forget how skilful you were dodging any household chores you didnt want to do. I can still hear you stump on the staircase to your room.
I can go on and on.....Bottom line is YOU WERE SPECIAL. Special to me, special to Dad, he misses your display of affection. You were special to your little brother now grown into a dashing young man. You would be very proud of him. You were special to your sister. You were her mirror now, you were a mini her. We all miss you. That special girl in the middle. You were your own person, and would not follow anyone else's dictate. You were your own person. You set the trail.
