In the eyes of the foolish they are dead'... You are not dead Dika,

By Augusta Ike
No one leaves school with dying in mind. People leave school with thoughts and plans. Onyi was different, he wasn't confused, he had a blueprint of how he wanted things to turn out. He was not tensed up, he was just calm and ready to share his thoughts with anyone that cares. Sometimes I wished I could get into his head, to know what's he was up to.

His walking step would brighten your day (I clearly remember him walking up to the altar at Garuba square NAUTH to collect a prize). His belief in things made talking unnecessary. I have always looked forward to when I would see 'his real face' and tell him these things which I now sadly write. But, I remember St Paul,...' In the eyes of the foolish they are dead'. I choose not to be a fool. You are not dead Dika, you live rejoicing with the saints.

I guess you have seen Jacinta, Lucia and Francisco whose pictures you gladly place on the altar during block rosary at the University hostel. Say hi to them for me. I hope a time will come when we place your picture next to theirs in humble supplication.

Adieu able coordinator
Adieu Engineer
Adieu Onyedika

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