Summer and Polo; a 2018 first

August 20, 2018

It has been a difficult weekend. Emotions all over the place. But I have had an overwhelming flow of messages of love and compassion from my siblings, my partner, you guys, and a lot of my friends.

And that’s what life is about...

 

That we maintain an ongoing legacy of showing kindness to each other.

But while I grieve one friend that has been tragically taken away from me, I also want to continue to love and appreciate those who are here...

 

So thank you Mica for making what could have been a miserable weekend, a lovely one. 

 

Because all I did before you arrived was cry uncontrollably and my poor partner would hold me tight in silence. His heart breaking, seeing me in tears.

 

Mica drove down all the way from Wembley to us, we had dinner and wine together, talked about life and death. It even happens that Mica and the late Simmone went to school together in Wembley. 

 

Anyway I had contemplated telling Mica that I wasn’t interested in attending this event because I was too sad, and my partner asked me a question.

 

“What would Simmone want for you?, to lie in bed all day weeping or to get on with life, looking ahead”? He said, “it’s obvious you cared a lot about her and it’s going to be a very difficult couple of weeks but don’t let those fond memories you had of her fade in the mourning process, hold on to them and healing will come in time.”

 

So I decided I won’t let Mica down. Afterall things were still very raw and I needed to be distracted at least for my own health. After-all time heals right? 

 

The next morning we drove to Richmond Polo Park for what turned out to be a fab day of Polo organised by Lux Afrique. The Polo players were some of Africa’s best all the way from South Africa, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Nigeria and even Argentina. With that, the suggested dress code was bold African and everything chic. So I dug out a dress my sister made for me ages ago and put some make up on.

 

It has been a difficult weekend. Emotions all over the place. But I have had an overwhelming flow of messages of love and compassion from my siblings, my partner, you guys, and a lot of my friends.

And that’s what life is about...

 

That we maintain an ongoing legacy of showing kindness to each other.

But while I grieve one friend that has been tragically taken away from me, I also want to continue to love and appreciate those who are here...

So thank you Mica for making what could have been a miserable weekend, a lovely one. 

 

Because all I did before you arrived was cry uncontrollably and my poor partner would hold me tight in silence. His heart breaking, seeing me in tears.

 

Mica drove down all the way from Wembley to us, we had dinner and wine together, talked about life and death. It even happens that Mica and the late Simmone went to school together in Wembley. 

 

Anyway I had contemplated telling Mica that I wasn’t interested in attending this event because I was too sad, and my partner asked me a question.

 

“What would Simmone want for you?, to lie in bed all day weeping or to get on with life, looking ahead”? He said, “it’s obvious you cared a lot about her and it’s going to be a very difficult couple of weeks but don’t let those fond memories you had of her fade in the mourning process, hold on to them and healing will come in time.”

So I decided I won’t let Mica down. Afterall things were still very raw and I needed to be distracted at least for my own health. After-all time heals right? 

 

The next morning we drove to Richmond Polo Park for what turned out to be a fab day of Polo organised by Lux Afrique. The Polo players were some of Africa’s best all the way from South Africa, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Nigeria and even Argentina. With that, the suggested dress code was bold African and everything chic. So I dug out a dress my sister made for me ages ago and put some make up on.

 

It was a fascinating experience. 

 

 

 

Mica, I am sure you didn’t know this was on my long bucket list experiences so thank you for ticking that one off!

 

Mica won 2 tickets and she was telling me she thought of all her friends and who might enjoy and appreciate this, and I came to mind. ☺️

Metaphorically, today I was reflecting on this experience and how obviously my bucket lists tend to be associated with this awareness of my own sense of mortality- and while this experience was current, the loss of a friend was simultaneous. I don’t know, I find many linking metaphors in life. It’s how I try to make sense of anything because most times, many things don’t make sense.

 

So whilst the timing may not have been great seeing that I was grieving, your sensitivity was very balanced and I felt privileged that you picked me to invite to this sport event - one I have been ever keen to attend.

Did I tell you every time I watched the movie, Pretty Woman with the scene at the Polo when Julia Roberts stomped the divots, it just made my yearn to experience a Polo day even deeper.

 

I know it’s an elitist sport event and can be very expensive and often time considered pretentious so I knew I would go someday but I never dreamed it would be something I experienced anytime soon. 

Even though the weather was fairly overcast, it was magical and I am glad I also got to do it in African style - it was very different and unique from how I had ever envisaged I would dress to a Polo event. Thank you, it was indeed a cracking day! xx

 

Life has to be about beautiful experiences.

 

RIP girl. I love you 

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