On this day in 2012, i woke up sad;i was in my blues;i was bereaved;i lost my sister,Uju (Muogbo)Ikegwuora after a brief illness,& just two days after i heard her voice on phone.Reports from her husbands family said she was struggling with death all through the night and finally died at about 4am,leaving two kids behind. The whole family and her many friends were thrown into mourning.My phone was inundated with condolence calls from her friends;her childhood friends from the Primary School she attended;her friends from the school for the Gifted(Secondary School),Gwagwalada; and her friends from the higher institution she attended. I was highly pained because, of all my siblings, she was my closest.Whenever we were together,we gisted unlimitedly, we sang Catholic hymns and songs together.She sang alto while i sang tenor.We became fonder and fonder of each other. Nothing ever came in between us. Even when she got married in 2009,it was difficult to let go. But she had to marry because it was a neccesity.I also wanted to be called an in-law,and consequently, an uncle. For one whole month, i could not come to terms with the fact that she was dead.It affected my sleep,my feeding,my routine morning exercises,my work(i was serving the country then (NYSC).My limbs went numb,brushing my teeth every morning was a heavy task. It was as if the toothbrush was a shovel.But surprisingly,i did not shed any tears. My fellow corps members(corpers)consoled me.I thank them for taking good care of me then.I thank the male corpers for providing me with water everyday with which i took my bath for one month.I thank the female corpers for cooking for me for a whole month.Today,or even before today,i have gotten over the loss knowing that death is a necessary end.May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed,through the mercy of God rest in peace.Amen.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 05:29:25 +0000
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