It is two years already! How time flies. It feels just like yesterday. I did not forget last year. I wanted to write something but I developed cold feet. Maybe I was still in shock.The thoughts just would not flow. I was still trying to make sense of it all. Death, a dreadful incident when young ones die. We all wonder why the good ones. You were just too good.
Memories, memories. I still hear your voice on the phone. I remember what you used to call me. I remember the day you said, "Sharon keep calling as I travel.... it will keep me company if I hear your voice from time to time, it will motivate me to be focused on my task." You travelled a lot then. I wondered why you did not stop by the office on your last trip to Lagos. I guess you were in a hurry to return back to Kano to continue your assignments of covering breaking news stories in the north. I recall the last time I dialled your number and it kept ringing. I did not know at that point you were no longer with us. My first thought when I heard of the Kano blasts two years ago was call Enenche. I did. And then my second thought was send a text asking if he is okay. I mean the need to know what is going on at that point should not make me forget that you could have been caught in the violent drama. And you were.
I still do not know the right version of what actually happened. Too many stories from different people.
I admire your passion for the job. You had a kind heart....... words fail me....
You were perfect. I miss you Enenche. Sleep on dear friend. I know you're in a better place.
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