Tunde is back from hospital. It\u2019s a miracle. He kissed me and said I was the only person who ever mattered to him and I was why he pulled through. Then he broke down and cried and me with him, so help me God. He\u2019s quite unsteady on his feet. I didn\u2019t sleep all night in case he had a relapse.<\/p>\n
This morning I had to remind him how to cream his skin and brush his hair. I suppose memory loss is usual after these types of accidents. I still blame myself. I wasn\u2019t looking. The doctors said he died twice on the operating table and they used new surgery on him.<\/p>\n
He sleeps with his arms around me like he\u2019s scared I\u2019ll leave him. He\u2019s creaming his face now. His depressions have lifted, but he\u2019s no longer ticklish. I suppose it\u2019s a good trade.<\/p>\n
In the morning his eyes are like Saharan pools. I can\u2019t pull away whenever he looks at me then he asks me why I\u2019m gawping.<\/p>\n
Two weeks home and Tunde is still not his usual self yet. I suppose I shouldn\u2019t expect it.<\/p>\n
He doesn\u2019t murmur my name when we make love the way he used to. He\u2019s clumsy as well. It\u2019s different though, he takes longer. It\u2019s what our sex life needed. Afterwards we watched the Cartoon Network. He didn\u2019t know where to laugh. It\u2019s hard explaining cartoons.<\/p>\n
I was asking him about how Franz Fanon had left an important legacy to black people the world over and did he think Fanon was still read today? He said who\u2019s Fanon? I went upstairs and cried. It was his PhD thesis.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve missed a period. Will do test.<\/p>\n
I came back early and found him with the landline at his ear, not saying anything. He stayed like that for ages. Could only be his mother. Bought little blue bootees. Should I tell him?<\/p>\n
He puts his ear to my stomach and listens to the baby for hours when he thinks I\u2019m sleeping.<\/p>\n
Picked up the extension to find out. He was listening to the Internet static sound \u2013 we\u2019re on dial up. Maybe he is ill. Phoned Melody, she said she\u2019s knowledgeable about these things and I should think about getting him to a psychiatrist.<\/p>\n
He was very calm at the suggestion. He says the baby will be like him too. A hybrid. He says there is a higher intelligence to human beings but it only exists in software form and our technology\u2019s mostly too primitive to host them. They are a benign force, he says, I\u2019m not to worry.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s night time. We\u2019re at the bedroom window, I\u2019m gazing at the stars. He says the baby is from one of the stars, then kisses me. I prefer this Tunde. He never slept with his arm around me before.<\/p>\n
Tunde is back from hospital. It\u2019s a miracle. He kissed me and said I was the only person who ever mattered to him and I was why he pulled through. Then he broke down and cried and me with him, so help me God. He\u2019s quite unsteady on his feet. I didn\u2019t sleep all night […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":195,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[344,343],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n