Vitality of the Past
written by: Melody Tobi-Makinde
The dark luminescent cloud plumes carried the weight of forbearance and a quiet nostalgia. They crawled toward each other slowly, like two lovers aching for the touch of lips long withheld. Even the sun seemed to slink away shyly, giving space until the clouds became one whole in each other’s arms.
The rain arrived just as weariness settled over me, and I was grateful to have missed the fury of its first downpour. Now, only its softer side remained. The trickles that danced down my windowsill reminded me of home.
In moments like this, bonds are enrolled into a maintenance love session with Maami and Baami. We (my brother and I) would be wooed with slow, warm fabrics of their past, toasted into being swaddled into their arms side by side on their bed. We’d be fixated on the loud boisterous laughter from their bellies putting the roar of the thunder overhead to shame.
Today’s rain met me on a deserted road, void of people yet rich with the vitality of the past.
- Vitality of the Past - May 31, 2025
