By Okosa Anthony
You came.
You saw.
You conquered.
Words are an embarrassment.
Too cheap, are they.
To qualify who you were.
How cold it feels
So cold indeed
When I used the word 'were'
Death where art thy power?
Why steal one, with whom
Still itself, found its understanding?
Farewell gentle one.
Requiscat in pace
Igili, Onyedika.
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-Miracle Nwokedi When our own transits to the other side so early ; our tongues feel bloated to tell it, we do not always have the right words to write about it, for everything would rather seem like in a dreary tranquil dream. Just the way it feels to me now. In my little life, Dika , I have met young ambitious individuals who didn’t mind whose candle light they blew off just so they could shine. But not you. You wanted to help light someone else’s candle so you both could shine together. You believed it would make the room (world) brighter. You were a glorious testament of agap e. A God-lover which explains the soft look on your face when you talked about Him alongside your desire to please Him. “People must come to God,” you said, “because of their love for Him not for a want nor the fear of hell.” You were a y oung man at the frontline of human capital investment . Y ou wanted to build a p eople , a nation . You had even m...
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