They all walked the same streets we walk now.

We felt their essence.
Laughed at their jokes
Partook in their painful moments
Rejoiced at their victories

They all left.

The cold kiss of death plastered on their lips.

Reminding us of the inescapable reality of this transcient life.

We cried,
For we were touched by their lives.

*Sunday Alabi was his name*.
But they called him Newton.

For he believed,
In the excellency of Jesus above all.

For he advocated,
The strive for knowlegde and love.

He uttered no word,
His life and actions spoke all that was needed.

*Felicia Azibiantu was her name*
But they called her the true Christian.

For her arms of charity embraced the whole town.

And her love for prayers inspired and healed many.

*Inetanbor Reuben was his name*.
The man who rocked a beard and had a big heart.

Elegance of character was his imprint.

Words of encouragement were his constant gifts ti all.

*Omolara Balogun was her name*.
Pretty little lady with a big God in her.

Her smile was the imprint.

Genuine in sight,
Bringing love to light,
Putting sadness to flight.

*Patience Ogbor was her name*.
She was loved by all.
Literally LOVED BY ALL.

Against the battles of life,
Patience was her weapon.

Against the evil doers that crossed her path,
Charity was her greeting word.

Despised no one
Pride was a foreign and unwelcomed entity.

Her imprints,
Visibly seen in lives she left behind.

Her love,
Soundly heard in every home her feet entered.

Their lives,
Built on Jesus the solid rock.

Their actions,
Found in the ancient word, the Bible.

Their legacies,
A life of service,
With fierce devotion to keeping God's house in good shape.

They were God's generals.
Now they reign with Him in glory.
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