Family Over Everything

Family has always been arguably the most important part of my life and indeed every life. Not because it is the accepted “norm” to value ones family highly; not because I was raised in a Christian home; and definitely not because I feel I have, or indeed believe in the existence of, the ideal family. Family is important to me because it is created, exists and is rooted in love. Love and love alone is the core of a family. As such, members don’t even have to be related by blood but by a mutual love that cannot be explained with logic.

I am reminded everyday why I love my family but every so often said reminder catches me off-guard and shakes me to my core. All that being said, this post IS indeed about a blood-relative of mine: My beautiful and amazing little sister, Chichi.

Now to put things into context, Chichi lives in the Caribbean where she studies medicine: a 14hr+ journey I cannot logistically make; wheelchair, full-time carers and all. She is rarely free to make the reverse journey due to the nature of her studies. So her visits, though short, are highly anticipated. On top of that, she once lived in the UK so also makes time to visit as many friends as possible… leaving less time for me L . Nevertheless, the joy I feel when I finally see her is undeniable. From the moment she sets foot in the door everything literally becomes more vibrant. The sounds of cheer can be heard down the street, the immediate and natural banter put’s a smile on the faces of everyone present. Before long she’s in the kitchen whipping up a quick home-cooked Nigerian meal (my family is renowned for food, both cooking and eating 😉 ). Before long my house goes from a dull, instant-noodle filled, typical single man’s place of residence… to a home. And all this before her luggage makes it to her bedroom. At this point the ear to ear smile on my face still hasn’t faded as she is still filling my ears with hilarious stories from the Caribbean and her plans for all the fun and mischief we’ll get up to during her stay, topped off with endless statements of how much she loves and misses me. But most importantly, she still dons the same cheek aching smile as me. This is what the mood in the house is like right until the day she leaves for uni.

The truth is I don’t remember a time my sister couldn’t make me smile. Before I knew what it was to be kind as a child, she was giving up her share of all manner of treats to my brother and I; she would make me proud to be me by simply asking for some advice or fearlessly asking me to drive her to a friend’s only days after receiving my license; at school she blossomed academically as I did the opposite and she still held me in high esteem even sometimes attributing her success to me; in our late teens she would insist on showing me off to her friends be it in stories as an “awesome big brother” or on Facebook as her “handsome big brother” 😉 . I was always an avid video gamer before my disability, now she is an avid gamer, insisting on playing games I like and letting me dictate her gameplay as I would have played them and would not touch them if I wasn’t available to watch and share the experience. She never thinks twice about spontaneously pampering me with gifts, food or intellectual conversation regardless of any inconvenience to her.

I don’t know if it’s clear yet but I think my sister is FREAKING AWESOME.

Her recent time with me in the UK was undeniably one of the happiest periods of existence in recent time. Not just because she was her usual remarkable self but I got the opportunity to make her smile the way she makes me. She expressed this to me in the most honest and humbling words possible. That night, after fighting them back long enough, I went into my room and let out enough tears of joy to drown a fish.

My sister embodies the true meaning of family every second she draws breath, and I can only aspire to one day be like her.

Family Over Everything!


Chichi and I, Christmas 2009

Published by pencilpicasso

Well hey there! If you're reading this then I'm assuming you want to know a bit about me. If I'm right YOU'RE IN LUCK!, if not then... well... I think you're lost. So without further ado, here goes. My full name's Ifeanyi Nwokoro, or Ify for short. I was born and raised in Lagos, Nigeria and now live in the north-east of England. Like many I know, I moved here for Higher Education and have now settled here. It's a peaceful existence which I very much appreciate. And that's the basics of me. A few other key things you should probably know though: I was involved in a car accident in 2010 that left me "clinically" paralysed from the shoulders down. It's been a bit of a struggle but now in my mid-20's, I am very happy with the stability in every aspect of my life. So yes, I will be talking about my disability on here... a lot. Most of my topics will Revolve around things most important to me: family, good health, football, movies, animation, everything superhero related, care, everything vegetarian/pescatarian and of course, my physical condition. I love engaging conversation, welcome constructive criticism and am always open to suggestion So feel free to get in touch. ;)

7 thoughts on “Family Over Everything

  1. For someone to bring a smile to our face and lighten our life, even for just a moment, that person is blessed.

  2. Oh well, it runs in the family. I remember faintly how you were always kind to me during my childhood days at “Falolu Close”, I guess. I am quite certain, I may not recognize you in person but always smile each time I remember how you always made me special. Well now that you drowned the fish, let go fishing, for another one. Take Care.

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