Skip to main content

DEDICATION

DEDICATION

Dedicated to Tina Su Cooper, a U.S. woman whose husband, my editor Douglas Winslow Cooper, in his article entitled “Like a Plaintive Melody” wrote [in 2014] the following words expressing his profound grief though full of love to Tina Su Cooper, his wife:


Most mornings I sing to my beloved wife, as she lies immobile in the hospital bed we have at our home:

You were meant for me. I was meant for you.
Nature patterned you and when she was done,
You were all the sweet things rolled up in one.
You’re like a plaintive melody
That never lets me free,
For I’m content the angels must have sent you
And they meant you just for me.
******************
*“You Were Meant for Me (Broadway Melody of 1940)” by Nacio Herb Brown and Arthur Freed; lyrics © EMI Music Publishing Co.
******************

This song captures the bitter-sweet nature of our current situation, happy to be together, sometimes sad that Tina’s ill-health has limited her so greatly. She has been quadriplegic and ventilator-dependent, fed and medicated through a gastric tube, for the past ten years, and she will be so for as long as she lives.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Weeping Voice - Act I Scene 1

ACT I Scene 1 INT. MR. STEPHEN'S HOUSE - NIGHT. A dilapidated two-room house; light halos a clock hanging on one battered wall. If it weren’t for the perfectly ticking clock, it would seem that the house was abandoned. But one funny thing about the owner of the house is that he refused to build a fabulous house, choosing to spend his meager earnings on education instead. Light glints in the same room again, revealing an emblem captioned: NEW LEVEL OF GLORY. The motto seems at odds with the deplorable condition of the house. An ancient black-and-white television, a pair of shoes, a five-inch foam slab covered with a torn bedsheet, an old AM radio made in the 1950s and other antiquated items are visible. Immense care seems to have been put into the   stunning flowers planted by the home owner, but the nature of the building creates a stark juxtaposition to the elegant blooms. As the flowers are maintained and the compound kept neat, one might easily conclude that the home-owner...
Post a Comment
Read more

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I would like to express my profound gratitude to my editor, Douglas Winslow Cooper, Ph.D., a former Harvard University professor, for his valuable contribution and support in editing this literary piece through his company, WriteYourBookWithMe.com I also thank David Chidi Eberechi and his wife Esther Dave-Eberechi, for their financial support and encouragement offered to me which enabled me to realize this creative work of artistry. Above all, I thank my lovely mother, Nwaiwu Juliana, and my wife, Chidinma Nwaiwu, who have helped me, encouraging me to write even when there was no hope of realizing this huge dream. Also thanks to my siblings Nwaiwu Gift, Nwaiwu Promise Nnamdi, Nwaiwu ThankGod Uchenna, Nwaiwu Temple Chizuru, Nwaiwu Confidence, Nwaiwu Happiness Chinyere, and my sister in-law Ogechi Nwaiwu and her children.
Post a Comment
Read more

CH. 1 OF PRISONERS OF HOPE BY F.E.C. NWAIWU

PRISONERS OF HOPE BY FORTUNE E.C. NWAIWU CHAPTER ONE  I was awakened by a loud volley of strange voices in the middle of night.  I raised my head to listen to what was happening, but I could not grasp anything due to different voices talking, weeping, and groaning all at the same time. The sound which their moving feet made indicated that all was not well. They matched to the church compound and then went to the parsonage. They knocked on the door persistently, "Sir Peterson, open the door. Sir, open, please!" they cried. I was in the church watching through one of the glass windows what was happening. None of them thought that I was sleeping in the church. If they had been kidnappers, I would have escaped from them. This was what I thought. I learnt a lesson: let no man know where you sleep in the night, for security reasons. Though I did not know exactly what had happened, I remembered what happened to one bishop. He was aroused one night and told that there w...
Post a Comment
Read more