Yes, Kayode. It had to be God. This went beyond sibling love and far surpassed anything “blood is thicker than.” Nothing compared to the care and commitment she had to her sister’s health and wellbeing. Kayode gave Wanle a suite in her home with personal bathroom. In a sense, for the past year, she literally put her life on hold—just to take care of her sister. It had to be God. In the space of a year, going back and forth to the hospital, Kayode knew the layout of the hospital—Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center—better than she knew her own apartment. She had an alarm set for 6am medication; she arranged her daily schedules for the 10 am, 2pm, 10 pm medications. She learned the medications by name and dosage from one visit to another so that she could monitor any sporadic change from 0.5 mg twice daily to 2.0 mg three times a day, and question what was going on.
If Wanle needed an electric blanket in the middle of nowhere, then an electric blanket she got out of nowhere. If someone suggested juicing beet, carrot and apple daily for Wanle was good medicine, then a juicing regimen began. Space? Don’t worry about that. Organizer boxes for storage… New sets of under wears, pants, whatever… She was there for her sister… Elubo, ewedu, Ogi, etc. whatever her sister was comfortable with, she provided. Kayode, it had to be God. You were the answer to the unvoiced question, “God, where are you?”
There was just one thing, one area Kayode seemed to have drawn the line, saying, “I’m not gonna do that; there’s no way I’m gonna do that.” But, a day before we took her sister to the hospital where she later died I began to see the line getting blurred. On the day we took Wanle to the hospital I noticed the line had completely disappeared. As her sister got weaker and weaker and more dependent I saw Kayode doing for her sister what she had, for months, said she would never do. In the end, there was nothing Kayode did not do for her big sister. Kayode, Pa B. O. Akinbode and Mama E. A. Akinbode from the other side of life thank you. Your big sister, Olawanle, thank you. And, I thank you. It had to be God. You were the answer to the unvoiced question, “God, where are you?” because God was in you doing what only God’s love could do.
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