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icerberg: A Tribute To My Late Friend "Evans Ayi" Who Died 2 Months After Nysc

I am shattered; I found something I refuse to accept but everything indicates it is true. I remember on that hectic evening of July 2nd 2012-our first day in Kubwa NYSC Camp, we met, became friends and bonded like we’ve known each other forever. I was tagged 1334 and you were 1335. I remember our daylight and nocturnal winning and dinning in Mammy Market and how we designed our shirts to look different from others.

My hearts is full of cracks and everything I remember about you is through a fog of dismay and despair as I rub my eyes in disbelief to wake up from this evil dream; but it is like that dream when you are falling and you wish desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but it’s all out of your control. It’s hard to accept this is an eternal dream that will span a lifetime.

Nothing seems quite as tragic as the death of a young promising man. All the potentials for the future seem empty and wasted, all hopes, dreams, and plans are brought to a sudden end. All your warmth and sounds of life has become cold and silent.

Again, I am sorely faced with the reality of the ephemeral nature of life, the uncertainty of tomorrow and the emptiness of promises. The mystery of why dry leaves cling to a tree and fresh and promising ones fall to the ground was again magnified in the existence of man. You had great and lofty dreams, but your demise is an eloquent testimony that reality always gets in the way of dreams.

You saw your morning and vague snatches of the start of your noon; but the dark side of reality has prevented you from seeing your evening and night.
People say life is short. But ‘short’ is too long for the life you lived- your life was less than brief, you left us in grief.

Your demise vividly defines untimely death; but who am I to define the length of life.
If a loved one is just going to London to school or work, we cry for the absence and rejoice for the gain because we hope to see them again...

I wish I can say as much about death; I wish we can take an elevator down to visit our demised loved ones or they could fly over to spend some time with us to eclipse that eternal grief of their absence. But we cannot comprehend death until we fully comprehend life.

I could go on and never lack words because this heartache and heartbreak tirelessly feeds my muse, but my muse has unlocked the stream of my eyes and has broken the boundaries of my manly emotions.

It is taking all the strength in my soul to say goodbye. I least imagined that 2months and 5days after our glorious climax of our 1years National service I would be saying RIP; I ought to say congratulations on your appointment, but the auto crash seized your breath and changed the content of my message.

Now I know that even the anticipated celebrations of new years are sober warnings that one is another year closer to death and every breath of our lives is a step closer to death.

No one living has seen beyond the curtains of death into what lies beyond. But conventional belief tells that it is probably better on the other side.

Every moment with you was littered with love and happiness and I am grateful to God that in my lifetime I was blessed with a friend as you.

REST IN PEACE MY FRIEND; TILL WE MEET IN ETERNITY.
RIP EVANS AYI.
MAY 1987 – AUGUST 2013.

icerberg: A Tribute To My Late Friend "Evans Ayi" Who Died 2 Months After Nysc

I am shattered; I found something I refuse to accept but everything indicates it is true. I remember on that hectic evening of July 2nd 2012-our first day in Kubwa NYSC Camp, we met, became friends and bonded like we’ve known each other forever. I was tagged 1334 and you were 1335. I remember our daylight and nocturnal winning and dinning in Mammy Market and how we designed our shirts to look different from others.

My hearts is full of cracks and everything I remember about you is through a fog of dismay and despair as I rub my eyes in disbelief to wake up from this evil dream; but it is like that dream when you are falling and you wish desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but it’s all out of your control. It’s hard to accept this is an eternal dream that will span a lifetime.
Wao so sad RIP bro
Nothing seems quite as tragic as the death of a young promising man. All the potentials for the future seem empty and wasted, all hopes, dreams, and plans are brought to a sudden end. All your warmth and sounds of life has become cold and silent.

Again, I am sorely faced with the reality of the ephemeral nature of life, the uncertainty of tomorrow and the emptiness of promises. The mystery of why dry leaves cling to a tree and fresh and promising ones fall to the ground was again magnified in the existence of man. You had great and lofty dreams, but your demise is an eloquent testimony that reality always gets in the way of dreams.

You saw your morning and vague snatches of the start of your noon; but the dark side of reality has prevented you from seeing your evening and night.
People say life is short. But ‘short’ is too long for the life you lived- your life was less than brief, you left us in grief.

Your demise vividly defines untimely death; but who am I to define the length of life.
If a loved one is just going to London to school or work, we cry for the absence and rejoice for the gain because we hope to see them again...

I wish I can say as much about death; I wish we can take an elevator down to visit our demised loved ones or they could fly over to spend some time with us to eclipse that eternal grief of their absence. But we cannot comprehend death until we fully comprehend life.

I could go on and never lack words because this heartache and heartbreak tirelessly feeds my muse, but my muse has unlocked the stream of my eyes and has broken the boundaries of my manly emotions.

It is taking all the strength in my soul to say goodbye. I least imagined that 2months and 5days after our glorious climax of our 1years National service I would be saying RIP; I ought to say congratulations on your appointment, but the auto crash seized your breath and changed the content of my message.

Now I know that even the anticipated celebrations of new years are sober warnings that one is another year closer to death and every breath of our lives is a step closer to death.

No one living has seen beyond the curtains of death into what lies beyond. But conventional belief tells that it is probably better on the other side.

Every moment with you was littered with love and happiness and I am grateful to God that in my lifetime I was blessed with a friend as you.

REST IN PEACE MY FRIEND; TILL WE MEET IN ETERNITY.
RIP EVANS AYI.
MAY 1987 – AUGUST 2013.

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