“For
thus says the Lord: the whole land shall be desolate; yet I will not make a
full end” Jeremiah 4:27.
In 2009,
September 4th, I lost my mother to Cancer. She had battled the
ailment since 2008. My world stopped.
When you
lose someone, the initial tears are short-lived. You immediately stop crying
and swing into action. The reality hits you later in the day…at night. Then you
start having dreams of the deceased being very much alive. You fight in your
subconscious to keep dreaming and you hope that somehow by some genius stroke
of magic, the dream becomes a reality. Morning comes along with its grief and
then your heart breaks…again.
Mum had
lived a good life, she was a Christian and she had made peace with several
people before her demise. It was God who led her to do this, in preparation for
her homecoming. She is in heaven now, I hope I am able to make her proud even
as she makes me proud.
Father
was able to hold the family together as a single indivisible unit. His five
children were all he had now and he held us close…I also developed some form of
maturity during this time…I was matured enough to break up with my then
girlfriend. Our genotypes didn’t match and she may not have made the best of
wives. It was a tough decision, but I had to make it.
In 2012,
my father remarried. My step-mum is Yoruba. Not that I minded though, I was
actually more Yoruba than Ibo in many ways. Forget the cliché of the wicked
step mother…mine is different. My step-mother is a mother like a mother and we
all love her greatly. She had previously been married but she lost her husband
in 2007…they never had any children.
In 2013,
my third sister got married to a wonderful young man. These were good times.
And on 23rd
August, 2014, after three years of courtship and love, I got married to my wife
Justina. She is Yoruba.
As a
result of work, maturity, family commitments and maybe some form of fulfilment,
my lifestyle of deceit and women remained tamed for some time before my
marriage…in its place was an amoral lifestyle devoid of any form of reverence
for God or belief in his words. The events of the next few days after my
marriage would kill me further…
On the 27th
august 2014, I lost my elder sister to sickle cell anemia…life!
“The righteous perishes, and no man takes it
to heart; merciful men are taken away while no one considers that the righteous
is taken away from evil” Isaiah 57:1
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