While I had many grandmothers you were among my favorite if not the favourite,you would always call me Junior,most jovial and the politician. You and my real grandma made sure I cleared school after my parents passed,you would always openly disagree with what you dont like,you gave me hope and fed whenever I was in the village. After the elections I can remember how happy you were joking with my poster while putting it on the wall and saying I dint win coz I am not married but I will be there and is the last time I had Ngwen. I cant control my tears if I think of the pain you were in the other day when I was shortly in the village,you held me and said Junior I cant see you,this is killing me but with my good for nothing strong faith I kept telling you grandma you will be ok,I was the last hope you had,the last person you wanted to touch and hear from and maybe I would have done more to save your life,just to celebrate with me the little you invested in me that made me who I am today. I wish I could have the last chance to share,joke and laugh,if people do meet in heaven then I will meet you there,if you meet my grandmother Nyar-Ugag and my parents please share my love. You all showed me the meaning of being a fighter,humble and a friend to everyone. The love you had for me will make a big ripple effect. Rest In peace grandma Consolota Ojiwa,till we meet again and forgive me if ever wronged you.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 22:58:45 +0000
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