Forgotten Fears

I walked into work today to find a note on my desk. The teachers asked mi to write about my JHS days. They wanted a fond memory, a shameful memory, a funny story, my club and my nickname. Innocently they had asked, but as soon as my eyes set on that sheet of paper, I felt a sudden fear grip mi. 

JHS for mi held no fond memories as far as I can remember. In fact up to SS1, I don't remember anything fond. But I believe thats because I had such a bad time and it clouded my memory. For some reason I posted a status on facebook, asking about JHS memories, and to my amazement, people responded with the simplest things. Things like visiting day, being sent by seniors on impossible errands, going on report.... I realized thinking about JHS doesn't have to be as daunting as I thought. I could still share some funny stories that happened to the general student body, without necessary depressing everyone with my less than happy almost attention-seeking-sounding tales. The things we learn daily still amaze mi.

xo

BLESSED IN YOU

Memorial Song as promised. I'd record the tune on my keyboard sometime later and post it for those interested :)

Enjoy!!

St 1: Like a shooting star

You shot into my world.

In a little while

You changed the shape of my stars

And just as I was

Try’to adjust

To the new light you shined in my world

St 2: Like a little dove

You flew out of my life

I had no say

Just had to take it that way

Now that we’ve both, gone our separate ways

Got just one last thing to say

Chrs: Thank you

For giving me love

For teaching me to live each day as my last

Thank you

For giving me hope

For letting me know that some day, some how, some where in time

I was actually blessed by God through you.

St 2: So many things

I’d love to ask and know

Like how or why

Or what actually went wrong

And just as I was

Tryna begin

I saw there were no answers for me

St 3: So many times

I’d love to see your face

To hear you laugh

Or see the twinkle in your eyes

But now that I know, that cannot be

 Got just one last thing to say

(CHRS)

Brdg:

You gave me love – that’s why I’m stronger

You gave me faith – in a haven away

You gave me your shoulder – when I was in tears

You gave me a reason to smile with a brand new day

You were my friend, my brother, my sister

You were the love of my life

You were my helper, my comfort my strength,

That’s why am strong enough to say

(CHRS) 2x

I was actually blessed by God…

through… you.

Giving Thanks - December 10th

A few hours ago, I thought this post was going to be depressing, considering the fact that I just heard of the loss of an uncle, and that it seems to be annually so (is that a correct English sentence?). I haven't liked December for a while now (still don't really), which is sad considering it is a month of thanksgiving for the coming of our savior. It's mostly because over the years, the season has been associated with more tears than laughter for mi. 

Then it occurred to mi that just a year after the crash, the memorial song I wrote (will be posted after this) was not one of sorrows, but of thanks. Somehow, I was able to find somethings to be thankful for. So in keeping with the spirit of that time, and taking a step in the positive direction, I decided to make myself think positive for this year's tribute. Rather than be sad, I want to give thanks.

Give thanks to God for the two lives spared. 

Give thanks to God for the lives of the 60.

Give thanks to God that our paths crossed and I was able to meet them.

Give thanks to God for the blessings they brought with their presence and even in their absence.

Give thanks to God for the lessons we learned from their short lives.

Give thanks to God for the smiles we get when we remember then in different ways.

Give thanks to God for the love He allowed us share and experience in their short time on earth. 

Give thanks to God for the comfort He has given since that faithful day.

Give thanks to God for the depressing void he has filled with good memories since.

Give thanks to God for the continuos healing. 

Give thanks to God for the strength He has bestowed upon us all to continue to carry on.

And above all else,

Give thanks to God for the promise of eternal life, which gives us hope of meeting them again. 

Remembering our angels on this day, December 10th, 2013:

Kene Abba, Kelechi Adaka, Busayo Adebolu, Leke Adewoga, Boluwarim Adeyemi, Gabriella Aikhiobare, Wole Ajilore, Obongawan Akpan, Agu Akwiwu, Owanari Amachree, Chisom Awaji, Uzoma Awaji, Vivian Baa, Toke Badru, Chinenye Chigbo, Fanye Daniel-Kalio, Helena Edet, Chineonye Egbosimba, Uzo Egwele, Udeme Ekefre, Aniefon Ekereuwem, Amanze Ekwem, Ibra Ellah, Sandra Gbemudu, Nnanna Ibiam, Nnamdi Idabor, Chuka Ilabor, Nkem Ilabor, Buso Ilabor, Silvia Iroghama, Chibuzo Kamanu, Emma Loolo, Chiweoke Mba, Ijeamaka Mba, Augustine Monago, Linda Njoku, Obioma Nkaginieme, Ubani Nkaginieme, Chidera Nnaji, Ebuka Nnebedum, Emma Ntemuse, Hadiza Nwadei, Chioma Nwigwe, Stephanie Nwoko, Chidinma Nzelu, Adachi Nzenwa, Chidinma Okafor, Zikora Okafor, Ibiso Okemini, Onyeka Okereke, Daniel Okpe, Chris Olakpe, Whitney Orbih, Mayowa Oyebode, Jachimike Tony-Okeke, Ifeanyi Ubah, Richard Udeozor, Uzo Ugochukwu, Chigoziri Ukairo and Peter Utuk

Thinking of you yesterday, today and forever. In our hearts always

RIP

Bad Habit

I have this bad habit of searching through my newsfeed for news of deaths in December. Its so strenuous on my nerves, because it feels like I am holding my breath through the entire month, waiting for some news to come up. I always expect at least 3 - Hollywood, the world and close to home. I think it was one of the side effects of December 10th for mi, among the many others. Ah, just realized what I want to write for my tribute tomorrow. Funny, it is a little different from what I had expected myself to think of. 

xo

The Last of the '-ember' Months

    There are some people you know and think of, and you don't put them and death in the same scene. I mean you know, at the back of your mind somewhere, that everyone would die someday. But these people just don't come to mind when you see an RIP or hear of a person's passing. 
I always dread December.
Maybe its because of December 10th, or the fact that in the last 3/4 years, I have lost someone close between around this time, or the superstition behind the '-ember' months, but December has always been my least favorite month. Sad too, being that it is Christmas' month and all. 

Just heard a friend of my dad passed away. He was one of those people I mentioned above. The ones you just don't associate with death. Even more so with his death. He simply slumped. 

Such an odd thing death is. One minute you are talking to someone, and the next minute, they are not there anymore. 

This hurt more because I had the unfortunate and unexpected job of breaking the news to my mum. 'That's impossible', she said, 'We were together only last week.' 
His wife said he woke up in the morning and slumped. 

Its so scary this month. Almost feels like the rounding up of a chess game. Where the pieces move randomly and unexpectedly. 
The lonesomeness of death is most scary. Scarier still if you already feel alone. 

Praying that this year shall not close with anymore loved ones, and we shall only celebrate the Joy that is the Lord's birth in this season.

Praying for comfort to the families that have lost loved ones this season.

Praying for us all.