TO MY SIXTH WONDER OF IGALA NATION (SWIN) 10:25pm Jan 15, 2024
Happy Birthday
It is your birthday. Your special day, one I shared with you as we lived in this side of life. Then the kids too. Today. Usually, we are primed by affection, that unrivaled love, agape and years of consciousness, to wake up early to say: “Happy birthday” to you. This day/date has come. 16 January 2024. It will be your first birthday in which I and the children will rise and say to you in your absence “Happy birthday” . It is a posthumous birthday… Agh my love…
For this date, I would have rehearsed my sweet lines days before it, sometimes I forget all of it until breakfast. You have expressed your disappointments, severally, in our early days together. Not many years now, have I gotten used to this date, it turned posthumous.
Iyemwen!…
Tears flow down my eyes as I script these lines. My wife. Mother of our wonderful children and future, partner of 11 years, friend for 16 years. My greatest of fans, harshest of critics. You are a gift not to be forgotten.
Happy birthday.
We hurt. I and the kids, hurt. We have at various times said how much we miss you, to each other. Efeosa tears like me sometimes in his quiet. we both separately pretend and clean our eyes if we walk into each other in the room, during that moment of accidental happening on each other.
You are loved. you are missed, sorely missed by yours. I and the kids.
Omosefe, has been greatly impacted by your absence. Many a time, she sits alone, quietly and gazes intently at nothing. Obviously lost in many thoughts of you. May I ask, Do you see us at all?
We see you. In our minds eyes. loving and caring but firm wife and mother. Ìmòsé!
Osarhiemen, our youngest, is very expressive as you know her. She says it as she feels. We hurt. I think she inspires us all with the way she holds on. she could just walk up to me in bed, in the kitchen or bathroom while washing and say “Daddy, I miss Mummy” I usually tell her we will, for a long time. you know her and her series of “why.” Somehow, we get past it.
Your posthumous birthday today. A day you would have turned 45. Speaks so much to us. The heavens snatched you. The Heavens took you. We do miss you.
I love you my Angel. My heart bleeds. it really bleeds.
This date I had feared. I wish it could just pass. It has come. I must deal with it. We, I and the kids must deal with it. Your body lay six feet beneath the ground at No 2 Rest House Road, Ekiadolor. A place where we can always see your grave, when we travel home.
I thank, Old Soldier, Samuel Agbonavbare.
Érámwén. Baba, Ùrhùésé.
His intervention made this possible.
Yes, we did say till death do us part. Indeed, death has done us part. Physically yes. Sweetheart, I still Love you. How can the living love the dead? Some would ask. I just do not understand either. That connection is complex. Ègiágìé!
God is great.
We miss you.
Happy posthumous birthday.
Heaven’s Gain…
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