Florence Ihemegbulem Ajunwa, A Year After
DEATH was not in our agenda until that black Tuesday, March 11, 2014, at exactly 12 midnight, you were certified dead at the Lagos University Teaching Hospital, Idi-Araba. On that fateful day, you called me while driving home from work at about 6.45 p.m. I never knew that would be the last time I will hear your voice again. I thought it was a joke but as time progressed it dawned on me that you will neither return nor talk to me again. Death came and took you away.
I knew you didn’t want to hurt me when your friend, Mercy, wanted to call me for you while you were battling for life, you asked her not to, because you knew how I will feel seeing you in that state.
Your exit has been tough but fond memories of you keep me going. At first, I didn’t know whether to curse that day, but I took solace in the fact that God knows best; that is why our Lord took you at that time to His court where there is neither pain nor sorrow, sickness nor betrayal and that is the reason we cannot question His wisdom.
Flo, my best friend, my confidant, my loving sister. We dreamed together, planned together, especially how we will give our mother a befitting burial whenever she transits. All of these had gone with the winds.
Flo, your life is a beautiful memory. You touched so many lives. You sacrificed so much to make others happy. You led many to Christ. I miss you dear Sister. Your absence has created a big vacuum that no one can fill. I will forever cherish your memories.
May you continue to rest in the bosom of our Lord until we meet to part no more. Adieu.
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