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On the 13th day of october 2009,
I sat on the ground, near a highway.

Thoughts ravaged my little brain.
Everything was in topsy-turvy.
So perplexed and so into unanswerable questions.

"God, am I the only one on earth?
Must I carry the whole sorrow of the world on my head?"

Taught blew like whirl wind in and out of my brain.
So tired and exhausted.

Haven't I believed?, hell and heaven are real?

"Am I serving my own punishment here on earth?"

Many questions to God.
I was completely devastated and perplexed, I needed answers.

I saw no reason why I must continue living on earth.
My eyes worsened the whole drama.
I could still remember that day, my eye made me believed people actually walk with their heads to the soil and feet to the sky.

Darkness filled everywhere.
White body colored people ascended
Black body colored men descended
All this refused to haste above me
Below my feet the black went.

At my sight horrible mountains moved,
Fast, they hasted towards me,
Surprised, they never reached me.
Right and left, they moved
To and fro, I fetched out for a cry, it never came

I was became terrified,
No loud cry
But the tears from my eye boiled my feet,
In its pool, I lied still,
So hot, it made me deaf,
On the soil, like squeezed leaf.

My feet, body and soul boiled from my own tears.

"She's gone, gone for ever"

I murmured in pain,
I tried to catch up with realities,
But my emotion failed me.

Realities, that I will never on earth set my unclad eyes on her again.
But the more I tried to stop thinking about her,
The more the swift memories of her.

"Mummy, why have you left in your prime"

Rhetoric.

"What happens to my education?, will you not on earth see me become our number one wish?"

Many a time, had she called me Coded Barrister, Governor, President, C.D.E.F Ogiri.

"Oh! Ever wonderful mom, which of your wish will you now witness"

That day was a day I will never want to recount.
Taught of my education made me die slowly.

"Who will sponsor my education"

Her death was a strike to my ambition,
The least expected.
I was to write my first external exam in a matter of months.

"The jamb form you bought me, of what use is it without you"

The questions became alarming without an answer.
At a point in time, the question came from an external body, using my voice.
Although, I was silent, I heard all these and many more questions directed to my mom and her God.
I never felt as if I was the one really asking those question.

In a quite manner, I lied.
My fixed eyes, refused to blink.
My head so stocked to the soil.
Body bathing self, so in pool.

What a horrible world,
very short in prime,
So long in pain,
Envy in gain,
Too complicated and rough.

If after all the hard working stages of life,
Life could be so heartless,
Heartless is the word,
World with weapon of death,
Death so impatient,
Impatient should be the watch word of life.

Had she not always preached me to tolerance,
Making me believe, patience pays?
Of course, for the hereafter.

That was the day she wrestled death,
And won in death,
The day, the angels of death were defeated,
A triumphant entry through death
to eternity.

She bade the earth goodbye at her prime, what then will be of me, at seventeen, looking up to her?

A nurse she was,
A hard working nurse she is,
An immortal made nurse now.

An encounter with her, and you would have joined those who still testify of her cheerfulness, humility and kindness.

Yesterday, people traveled down here to speak into her presence of her goodness to them.
Not all who had a pierce of her curing syringe and needle,
Will till the end the world, hear of her death.

Ideal mom, humble servant and a wife to her children.
That day, I felt I will never meet such a person on earth.
I was afraid of the 'word', the earth and all in it.

As I lied still,
I was still hearing the deafening horror sounds emanating from the horrible hasty moving mountain.
I felt, I was beginning to learn a new language.

Boom, boom came the sound.
Tears fought back.

The truth is,
that life was actually moving out of me.
I tried to maintain balance.
In all those new developments,
It wasn't easy grasping a grab.
It was a sudden position at the cutting edge of life.

Have you lost a dear one?
How did you feel?

At that moment, everything was strange to me.
Moving cars and tall still buildings became horrible moving mountains. ,
Sounds and cry from feelers became horror languages.

After several struggle to attain answers.
I saw something.
It scared me at sight,
I witnessed Sweat beneath my palms.

My far gone spirit came back whirl to enable me stand up to a run.
But the strength failed a bargain.
The huge statue stood, not moving.

"Is it time for my judgment"

Oh, now I know how it feels to be dead.

"Am I in 'His' presence?"
I continued
"Is this how you look, my Lord"

"No, its me Juliet"

Oh, she had stood In sob for who knows how long.
By this time I was beginning to gain consciousness.
I saw her fall to the ground in weakness,
I felt her hold, it was firm.

A rhyme of patterned sobbing and pant,
I was the bass, she was the twitter.

We sobbed to its fullness, when I started breathing heavy, Juliet was confused what to do.
She pulled off her wool shirt, not minding the tingling breast.
In her confused state of mind she used her heavy wool shirt to blow breeze of life into my nearly steamed body.

"Juliet"

I called out.
Reviving from live coma.
The pronunciation of "Juliet" was not as important and vocal as it is writing here.
It sounded like a question, asked by one who does not want to be heard.
Quieter than a whisper.

Its a Cosmoe belief that a 'friend is one who have common knowledge of your joy and pain'.

Juliet have been a very good friend, a close friend to me and like a daughter to my mom before that day.

I find comfort in her arms as she continued to blow life into my dry bones.

Better I felt.

Then she spoke

"It is high time, you stood up to realities of life"

She paused, I waited to hear more.
She was dead silent, then I raised my face and saw her weeping with her head in her hands.
Then I held firm her shoulder, we were confused,
who lost a mother?
Who is to console who?

"When I heard of what happened, my heart fall to a shock, I left it to the ground, I couldn't hold back the tear"

She continued while I shed silent tears,

"Then I taught of you, Emy I must be strong for you.
Mom is gone, yes buuuh"

I tried to hold back the pains of her words, she tried to pretend she was strong, but her cry failed her loud.

I stood up as a strong man, but staggered off from the footpath of the high way.

"Stop"

Came a harsh, angered command.
I didn't know where it came from, so loud and so cracking.
I'd to stop immediately, to listen again.

"Emma stop"

This time the spirit in the voice got weaker by each word.

"Emma, you have got responsibilities."

The anger in the voice kept subsidizing

"Have you taught of your younger brothers? Double tragedy for them, if God forbid anything happens to you, don't hurt yourself by remaining weak for them to lean on"

I now recognized the voice without looking back,
It's juliet.
She stood up and walked to me, held my palm and took me on a walk home.

It was a brief silence all along, just the dust and tears were our companion.

I forced my self to speak with strength.

"If tears could build a stair way and memories were to be lane;
Mom, I will walk straight to heaven to bring you back home."

I became bold.
looked into the sky, as I spoke

"No farewell words were spoken-no time to say goodbye, gone before I woke"

Juliet cried silently.

"Only God knows my heart still aches in sadness, secret tears still flow"

I intended to continue speaking but juliet concluded with

"Rest in peace mom"

All that day was hidden pains and sorrow.
We walked back home in total silence,
In loneliness I was weak,
But energized in friendship.

I left all to the Almighty.

<b>the end</b>


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