Last year, the journey of graduate studies started. The need to return to the root arose, and in safety, the return was made so that progress shall begin.
Fate brought us together…Praise, Nneoma, Faith, Cynthia, Olivia, Goodluck, Frances, Lydia(Nne nwa), Sunday and myself, Genevieve. All but two of us, had graduated from the same institution, in different years.
Eventually, we built a family, unkown to us that we were doing so. The family effortlessly became bonded in love. How this happened, is inexplicable, the only thing I know is that we unconsciously were looking out for each other. We didn’t fail to call the sick ones, the troubled and emburdened ones, the ones absent from classes to inform them that classes had started; we’ve even barely spent a semester.
On this day, one of us, Goodluck marked his birthday. Prayer was said for him in union, good wishes were sent to him on our whatsapp group, his refreshment was fondly eaten, lovely photos and videos were taken; it was indeed memorable.
None of us are related, none of us were classmates during the undergraduate studies, we came as different individuals from diverse social background and the rest of it, but one thing is peculiar with us; we’ve built a family bond.
That is my definition of family. The definition of family to me is “a group of distinct individuals, unrelated by any ties, but are united in love, having the common goal of protecting one another’s good interest, and working in unity to achieve their set goals”.
If only every member of a given group, be it social group, academic group, religious group, can put selfishness aside, we will see a family in each other, and our world will be a better abode.