The Concept Of Love

From Drew

I woke up one morning with a question ringing in my head. I tried to shake it off but it kept coming to me.

I tried all the old tricks you do when you want to forget something, such as playing loud touching music, and getting yourself busy, but they failed miserably. The thought came back, this time much stronger, very provoking and more out put together.

Again, I tried to write it off, my job as a journalist is very stressful and I thought that would be the perfect escape route.

The plan was to get to work and start contacting sources to a story I was working on.

Need I say the plan did not work out? Well, at least it did for some time, but the moment I forwarded the story to my boss the thought came running back into my prefrontal cortex.

That was the moment I gave up, I knew it would not go away and the more I tried to ignore it the more justified the thought would be.

I knew I could not continue ignoring it. I knew it would be impossible for me to carry on with the rest of the day if I did not act on it. The urge grew bigger and stronger by the second.

So I picked up my phone and called by brother, we call him Trig, “What are we doing for daddy on his retirement day? You know we have to do something,” I said, the moment he answered the call. I do not recall even asking how he was doing.

Just as myself, he had been fighting with the same angel thought, and after a few more calls to the rest of the family members we realized that same thought had invaded our minds and taken over our thinking process.

It was after that moment that the covert operation to give my dad the best 60^th birthday and retirement surprise party ever began taking shape.

I remember the moment I had to lie to my dad to explain why chairs and tables had been arranged at the house, (we got him out of the house but he wasn’t all that well so he had to come home and the secret handler we appointed had no choice).

Lying to him was the only way to keep the surprise alive, I told him my former GIJ course mates were holding a meeting and my house was chosen as the venue. He did not get any hint since there was no food being prepared to indicate a party was being organized.

That day was the best day of my life; 31^st of May.

Richard Sam Komeiteh Botchway (we call him Ricardo) will always be our best friend in this world. We love you and thank you for being our inspiration of being better human beings.

I learned that no matter how busy we are, there are some people we just do not have enough excuse to not to show them love and in such instances there is no need fighting it. just go ahead and let the person know.