My Azor....
In Junior secondary school, we were classmates and eventually sisters. We integrated seamlessly into each other's family. I only had to tell my parents "I'm in Chiazor's house" and their mind will be at rest.
You were the model child whom every parent wanted their child to be like. Respectful, Amiable, Accommodating and fun.
I remember, Azor. Our Saturdays at Ikoyi club for swimming sessions and how we'd play Mariah Carey's "Emancipation of Mimi" album through the drive from Surulere to Ikoyi and buy Suya to take home afterwards. You shared your siblings with me. You shared your parents with me. Your beautiful clothes, anything Azuka gave you was automatically for you and I.
My childhood, teenagehood and adulthood was beautiful with you in it. You were my counselor, comforter, listening ear, my sister.. Ah Azor!!!
We became adults, got married the same period, shared advises on how to go on in life. You were my best and only hair plug. You'll tease me that I don't know how to maintain hair. I'd always come and dump it for you to revamp.
In the ending days, you fought a good fight, brave as always.
I will always love you, my sweet sweet sister. You live in my memories now. This is heaven's gain and I know you're in a much better place now, boo.. May God comfort Maka, mummy, daddy, Azuka, Nwachukwu and the rest of us..
Sleep easy, my dearest...
Oreva.