The Remembrance Day Of My Father's (Late Chief James Onomuodeke Eyefia) Death And Its Impulse On My life.
The news came to me like a thundering storm during a dry season that my father is dead from no sickness (that happened on 4th February, 2016).
I was in the library helplessly that day immediately after class lectures when a call came to me from my father's neighbour that my father was no feeling well at all and that I must come home to stay with him. After the call, I was devastated and confused in the library, so I decided to leave the library with a lot of thoughts about my father's health condition and the consequence it could result to was bombarding my centre of consciousness. Shortly, on my way to hostel after just 5km away from the library while I was still on a confusion state, a call came from my dear papa and he spoke with me for the last time. He called me, 'Clement' and I called him, 'Papa' to ask about his health, but he couldn't tell me clearly of the condition.
When I got to my hostel, I felt sad and anxious, so I couldn't eat. But, I didn't go to meet my papa as I was told to do. In the evening, I received a shocking call from my elder sister via my papa line that papa died. I cried painfully, sadly and hopelessly. My spirit felt the death of my father because he was the only one in my life and he struggled under stress to survive with me.
The departure of my father from this world has been a threat and a challenge to sustain in life because he left me alone with no helper (no mother and no brother). Presently, I can feel the experience of life my father had to sustain in life. My father solely brought me up through thick and thin after my mother had dropped me when I was just 6months old out of ill-health which is going to remain memorable.
I never knew my father would leave me soon after he wished me farewell when I was returning to school for the new session. He left to farm in good health that day (24th January, 2016) while I took my baggage and luggage to school. Regrettably, I returned home on 5th February, 2016 but I couldn't meet my father again.
Papa, you suffered in life to make me a great person and be proud of me but death separate you from me. I will never forget you and the legacy you gave to me. You were strong and hardworking and I called you the hero and my voice.
Nobody again to do what you had been doing for me. Oh papa, you didn't enjoy the fruit of your labour. God knows the mystery behind your death though.
Thank you papa, and rest in the bosom of the Lord peacefully.
YOUR SON, CLEMENT REMEMBER YOU!
I was in the library helplessly that day immediately after class lectures when a call came to me from my father's neighbour that my father was no feeling well at all and that I must come home to stay with him. After the call, I was devastated and confused in the library, so I decided to leave the library with a lot of thoughts about my father's health condition and the consequence it could result to was bombarding my centre of consciousness. Shortly, on my way to hostel after just 5km away from the library while I was still on a confusion state, a call came from my dear papa and he spoke with me for the last time. He called me, 'Clement' and I called him, 'Papa' to ask about his health, but he couldn't tell me clearly of the condition.
When I got to my hostel, I felt sad and anxious, so I couldn't eat. But, I didn't go to meet my papa as I was told to do. In the evening, I received a shocking call from my elder sister via my papa line that papa died. I cried painfully, sadly and hopelessly. My spirit felt the death of my father because he was the only one in my life and he struggled under stress to survive with me.
The departure of my father from this world has been a threat and a challenge to sustain in life because he left me alone with no helper (no mother and no brother). Presently, I can feel the experience of life my father had to sustain in life. My father solely brought me up through thick and thin after my mother had dropped me when I was just 6months old out of ill-health which is going to remain memorable.
I never knew my father would leave me soon after he wished me farewell when I was returning to school for the new session. He left to farm in good health that day (24th January, 2016) while I took my baggage and luggage to school. Regrettably, I returned home on 5th February, 2016 but I couldn't meet my father again.
Papa, you suffered in life to make me a great person and be proud of me but death separate you from me. I will never forget you and the legacy you gave to me. You were strong and hardworking and I called you the hero and my voice.
Nobody again to do what you had been doing for me. Oh papa, you didn't enjoy the fruit of your labour. God knows the mystery behind your death though.
Thank you papa, and rest in the bosom of the Lord peacefully.
YOUR SON, CLEMENT REMEMBER YOU!
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