It's always sad to lose a loved one. Sometimes we feel we didn't do much to keep them even though we can do nothing about it. That to me is the most painful aspect of losing someone we love. The agony of watching while life gradually ebb away from the one you love dearly, yet helpless and handicapped becomes the main reason for grief even when the person is long gone. It is never an experience I can wish for my "enemy".
No amount of grief or eulogy can reverse what has happened, the person is gone and gone forever. That is one sad truth we all have to come to terms with. So sad we have to wait till resurrection morning. But what if there is no resurrection morning? What if "till we meet to path no more is all an illusion? What if we are never going to meet again? Can we still recognize ourselves when we eventually meete? Are we still going to retain our names, family and complexions? What if we took different paths and never meet again? The dictum of meeting again to path no more could just be a statement of hope out of hopelessness. Who knows🤷?
The 13th day of September, 2021 at exactly 9:15am I lost the most precious gift heaven gave to me to the cold hand of death. It was as if my world has crashed. Yes, it did crashed for months untill a light was shown me from the dark tunnel. I watched my mother who was Hale and hearty just three days before gradually become cold. What happened? Absolutely nothing explainable happened!
It is said that in every thing we should give thanks to God. Like we have been handed a choice. We cannot question her Maker for death is a debt. We must all pay it no matter what. Man is an eternal being but not in this sphere. We have a Maker and we must go to meet him one day to account for our Enterprise on Earth. I strongly believe she has gone to be with the Lord and I respect that.
I respect and pride in the fact that she died a hero, an accomplished man in a woman structure. Agụ nwanyị, nwoke ka nwanyị, the strongest woman I have ever met. You fought well.
One testimony among your friends remains that , " ihere anaghị eme ọnye gị na ya so"...( No person with you will ever feel ashamed/ helpless). You are the definition of hard-work, under the sun and in the rain (as the composer of the NYSC Anthem put it) , In health and in sickness you were always there.
I could remember vividly in 2008 when I finished writing my SSCE, you asked me: " Ifeanyi what is next"? Honestly I knew not what to answer because I knew how things had been. However, I made my intentions to further my education known to you. Honestly I thought you won't be happy to hear that, but it was as if that was the happiest thing you have heard in centuries. You were very supportive. Even when I had to change school in my year two, you were still very supportive. You saw me through it all without help from ANYONE. You were so brave, hard-working, yet committed to the work of God.
Your commitment in the work of God almost made me think you can't just die. I always feel that you were untouchable. I banked and still bank on your prayers and sacrifices. All I needed to do was remind God of your sacrifices and that is it. I never had any reason to pray that much knowing fully well I have a praying mother.
But mum I'm not happy right now. I am not happy with you. I am not happy that after those years of sacrifices you just left. Just like that.
You couldn't even wait for the big day. You couldn't even wait to come for ọmụgwọ 😥😥😥 . This isn't fair.
Who do I go home to? I guess I will have to stay away for a long time. It's cold and lonely back there😥. Honestly you didn't try even though I thought you made the best decision.
Watching you struggle to breath, talk, swallow and move for days was more painful than your death. At a point I prayed God should just take you away. It was three and half days of intense pain and struggle.
I wished my sleepless nights and efforts could save you. I wished my tears could save you. My two cents consolation is that you were sorrounded by people and things you treasured most before your death. I will always miss you. Even my children will know how much you would have loved them. They will definitely miss you. I will tell them how great their granny was.
But do not be surprised if I don't hug you on the resurratioon morning - if it does exist though; because I'm not happy with you.
You are gone but not forgotten... You won't be forgotten in centuries to come.
Rest on Odoziobodo,
Rest on Nee Ofodile,
rest on Ugoyibo.
Rest on Mummy...ọkanikpo is missing you dearly.
You will forever be in my heart.
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