Symphonies in White

Symphonies in White

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There are many shades of white. Although in daily life, the color white doesn't hold much significance, but in my life, it has been given immense importance and meaning. Some say that there are over eighty shades of white. It's a spectrum, or a mixture, of different beautiful colors. Maybe that's why the beauty of those colors neutralizes the color white and gives it such a plain and simple yet bright and light existence. And now, it has become a characteristic of my life. This color is suddenly all around me. I realized all these things when I held the white shroud which covered the corpse of my father. White has now stained my soul. At that moment, the dead bodies of my mother and brother were also being sealed by this color and soon, they would also be taken to their final destinations. Dust to dust. They shall be returned back to the place from which their beings were molded. I am also wrapped in my white mourning clothes. My name is Khadijah and today, I became an orphan.
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*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

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