No one speaks my mind. I'm just going to pour it out in words, a means to relieve me of worries over the past few days.
A thursday evening like every other at the college, I received calls of the death of my uncle turned father. A man with integrity, honesty, hardworking and gentle, someone I always wanted to emulate.
What a sore it caused to my heart, I've never felt this bad before in my entire life as it still sounded as a dream within the first few minutes. I rushed home to meet our house full of masses, those who came to mourn his death - truly and falsely.
Some even cried out their eyeballs pitying the family he left behind - a wife and four children all still in school. I was at a corner trying to sober but my lacrimals refuse me of tears.
I have become wicked according to friends ever since I started dissecting cadaver at the anatomy lab. I have seen many patients died at the hospital emergencies with their relatives crying and mourning. Something I blame medicine for.
Just like an hardworking, young and agile body, he worked to feed the monogamous family, me inclusive. He was just an interstate transporter plying Lagos - Ilorin, something he became tired of due to the stress it comes with, the tattered bus, and the non challant manager and owner. And eventually died from road traffic accident.
I fully became his family when I gained admission into the university some years ago. He was very nice, spent half of his earnings on me, the other half on his family.
Maybe writing down about him will make me at least feel emotional. I was there when his corpse was brought to our house, someone that left hale and healthy for means of survival. Such is life, no one knows what happens in the next few minutes - why we should always act goodly every time to every one.
From spiritual bath, to prayer, then burial I was there, still no fluid escaped my tear glands but obviously I was pained to the periosteal lining. I am never going to see my lovely uncle again. Something we never wished for. Two weeks ago, we were together at a wedding.
What a painful exit to a man loved by all. May his gentle soul continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord till the day of accountability.
- Omolaso
A thursday evening like every other at the college, I received calls of the death of my uncle turned father. A man with integrity, honesty, hardworking and gentle, someone I always wanted to emulate.
What a sore it caused to my heart, I've never felt this bad before in my entire life as it still sounded as a dream within the first few minutes. I rushed home to meet our house full of masses, those who came to mourn his death - truly and falsely.
Some even cried out their eyeballs pitying the family he left behind - a wife and four children all still in school. I was at a corner trying to sober but my lacrimals refuse me of tears.
I have become wicked according to friends ever since I started dissecting cadaver at the anatomy lab. I have seen many patients died at the hospital emergencies with their relatives crying and mourning. Something I blame medicine for.
Just like an hardworking, young and agile body, he worked to feed the monogamous family, me inclusive. He was just an interstate transporter plying Lagos - Ilorin, something he became tired of due to the stress it comes with, the tattered bus, and the non challant manager and owner. And eventually died from road traffic accident.
I fully became his family when I gained admission into the university some years ago. He was very nice, spent half of his earnings on me, the other half on his family.
Maybe writing down about him will make me at least feel emotional. I was there when his corpse was brought to our house, someone that left hale and healthy for means of survival. Such is life, no one knows what happens in the next few minutes - why we should always act goodly every time to every one.
From spiritual bath, to prayer, then burial I was there, still no fluid escaped my tear glands but obviously I was pained to the periosteal lining. I am never going to see my lovely uncle again. Something we never wished for. Two weeks ago, we were together at a wedding.
What a painful exit to a man loved by all. May his gentle soul continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord till the day of accountability.
- Omolaso
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