I saw her again few days ago, a long lost friend and all the childhood memories came back. I saw her as she was crossing the road outside the University gate. I screamed her name and she looked, ran back and hugged me while shouting. People stared but we didn’t care. We talked and laughed at all the memories we shared. It’d been ages. But I remember a particular event. One that brought tears to my eyes then, but fill my lungs with laughter when I remember it now.

Easter always came with its fun and vibe. After the supposed fasting and remembrance of death and resurrection of Christ, the eating and drinking that follows on the Easter day. That Easter was like the others but something made it exceptional.

I was in primary two, a bright student. That term I took first position as always and father bought Easter clothes plus other gifts for me. How could I have known that a little act of mine would jeopardize my ‘Easter enjoyment’. Mariah lived close to my compound, we attended the same primary school not far from home. She was my ride and die those days. We went everywhere together, to school, to church, to Block Rosary. We were always together and soon enough, people started calling us twins.

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