Angels on our Journey

There are angels that come down and amongst us.
They live, they love and then they leave.

But when they are gone, their memories live on.
Passed from mouth to mouth, as the tale of 'a brother who', 'a son who'; 'a friend who'.

An angel has left us.
But though the tears are shed now,
His words, his warmth, his love and his heart,
Would one day bring only smiles and laughter.

He fought a brave fight, and now his work here is done.

So we bid you adieu.
Rest well dear son, brother and friend;
Our gentle passing angel.

In memory of Paul Uche (1991-2014), because his gentle smile remains clear in my memory. Whenever he crossed my mind, I asked God to take away his pain, and in His own way, He did.  

I pray He also comforts those left on this side, and fill the void now present. 

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

Tribute to a Beloved Uncle

Dear Uncle Emma,

No one ever gives you a manual or a ‘How to Navigate The Waters' book in this area. It is like being a little child and having that horrible swim coach, who simply throws you into the pool and says ‘swim’, with no prior experience or knowledge. But even as horrid as that sounds, the child is still expected to swim. He is expected to overcome his immediate woes and survive. Despite how terrified of moving forward the child is, or how scary navigating through the waters seems, he still does it because it is the only thing he can do. He still does it because he is expected to survive.

Death, like the coach, has tossed us into these uncharted waters, and has rubbed us of you. Death has rubbed us of your smile and your caring words, of your laughter and your wise advises. Death has rubbed us of your loving reproaches and your encouraging arms. Death has rubbed us of you. And like the little child, we are now wadding through unchartered waters. Though we want to sit still and cry for help, we have to paddle forward. Though we want to yell at whomever is to blame for tossing us in this turmoil, we have to paddle forward. Though we want to be depressed forever, we have to paddle forward.

We try to paddle forward, telling ourselves that by way of comfort, you would have encouraged us to do so instead of sit and cry. We try to paddle forward, telling ourselves that by way of advice, you would have told us to do so instead of yelling and casting blame. We try to paddle forward, telling ourselves that by way of cheering us up, you would have told us to do so instead of wallowing in depression.

So with the believe that you are now at peace, resting in Him and now free of pain, So with the believe that you are now home, smiling down on us; we bid you farewell and a good rest, and we paddle forward as best as we can, and hope we make you proud.

        Rest easy with our Lord, till we meet to part no more.

Adieu Dear Father, Uncle and Brother. 

                                         27th September, 2012.