My mom told me there is a very good reason why God only blessed her with one daughter: she told me a sister/sister relationship serves as an exemplum of the most competitive relationship within the family. Blunty speaking, she says I was all the daughters she needed. She also mentioned that sisters, once they are grown, share the strongest of bonds. This symbolizes my friendship with Niya.B. Before I delve further, I must pay tribute to some of my most cherished friends, all of whom are pivotal in my life. These include Yvonne, Judy, Charles, Natalie and Liz and Jerome for the most part, and most recently Shai. I am sure I am forgetting some essential individuals, but blame it on a temporary memory lapse.
AOP summer, Natalie was the best roommate ever, always smiling and respectful of my privacy. This came in handy when my grandmother died. She did not pressure me to express my feelings on the subject, nor did she ignore my pain. Moreover, Natalie is the one who first introduced me to Niya.B. Then there was Judy. I remember the first time we crossed paths, I dismissed her without a mere thought. This did not prevent her from extending her friendship to me. Our relationship progressed and flourished during my freshman year. She recently told me we share some kids; however, I have no memory of giving birth. She keeps asking for child support; however, I am very broke (ask Niya.B.). Judy and I need to talk about this further; I think it will be more productive for all parties concern if we send our kids back to either Grenada or China.
Nevertheless, through Judy, I met Yvonne. She is one of the most generous individual to grace the face of this earth. Together, Judy, Yvonne and I share so many wonderful memories: from partying, to being intoxicated (Judy and I), expanding to include our hilarious past times in the library almost always every day and until recently during finals week. Then there was Charles who continues to be amazing. Most recently, my network of friends has extended to include Liz and Jerome. I still have the biggest crush on Jerome and is especcially grateful to him for driving me around this past summer. Additionally, I have been honored to met the most hilarious Italian female, thus far, Shai. All I can say is: Shai, welcome to my crazy world! I hope you can keep up. This leaves Liz, who is one of the most awesome individuals that I am honored to have met, thanks to Niya.B. This dialogue will now probe my experience with this strong black female who has systematically transformed my entire life: Niya.B.
Our friendship also began during the constraining weeks of AOP summer. Natalie first introduced me to her. During my sophomore year, our friendship slowly began to change from that of mere friends, to slowly something more, sisters. It began when we commiserate over food, mostly Chinese takeout. It further progressed and fully unfolded last year. We share a unique bond. We argue constantly, laugh all the time and love each other dearly. We talk and express our emotions in an open way. Most of the time we insult each other mercilessly, and in the most horrifying manner. This eliminates any awkwardness or sense of discomfort. We are currently on term abroad and having a splendid and marvellous time. We are so inseparable that if you see me, rest assured that seconds later Niya .B will appear.
Many of our personalities blend together, academically and socially. She has yet to follow my lead and realize the beauty of being in a relationship with a gentleman, by that I mean an older man. But we share a great love for wine, (aka french fries, and fried chicken. Albiet this, we are, at present, having conflicting emotions regarding the consumption of food. She is constantly feeding me, giving birth to my AB diet. No matter where our prospective future will take us, I cannot fathom every dissolving our bond. B
So this goes out to Niya.B, and the various individuals elucidated above! I love you guys in the purest fashion known to man. Borrowing from Beyonce, you guys are all IRREPLACEABLE, especially Niya. B.
Sincerely
Kathy,
