Across our Community, I am known and addresed as Edima.
Edima was not the name I was given at birth. According to my grandmother, I was born with a smile on my face,which was not normal.
“When we saw your smile, we thought something was wrong with you, because a child supposed to shed tears at birth”
“If you were a boy, we would have called you Isaac but we had to settle for Smile, because your birth brought smile to the rest of us”
Grace Johnson was the name of my grandmother, she was loving, kind, jovial and sometimes strict. But we lost her on Christmas.
If you are not in our community, you won’t understand the mad man diary, but let me tell you our little secret, the mad man diary was invented by my grandmother, it is a game of lies versus truth, and we would always played it if we suspected that the Johnson code was broken. The accused would carry the truth while the judges would carry the lies. In this case, we were the judges while father was the accused.
It was grandmother that started the game “Johnson, you are not my son”
“That’s a lie, mother, I’m your first and only son” father responded
I could still remember how grandmother felt when he realized that father was hiding something from us.
“Enough! Enough!! Enough!!! Why didn’t you tell me, why didn’t you tell your wife, why didn’t you tell Edima, are we not valuable to you? ”
There was a long silence, Grandmother was still waiting for father to respond, when he didn’t, she stood up and entered her room, that was the last we spoke together as a family.
” God gives, God takes ” Our Pastor said few hours later, and there, was my grandmother, dead, sad and without a smile.
” She died without a smile, but you were born with a smile” My mother whisper and we sat down for hours watering our body with rain.
That moment reminded us of so many things but most importantly that we all matter, life was short, she used to inform me, “Edima make every moment count.”……… (To be continued)
We have a story to tell Christmas, and we will tell her when we see her.