UCHE, I Will Miss You Forever

When I woke up on Wednesday 22nd November, 2006 with tears in my eyes, having seen in my dream an aeroplane crash from taking off into the sky and bursting into flames, little did I know that I have been warned. I prayed for all travellers regardless of travelling means. But one more thing is that I saw the aeroplane clear enough to know that it was a British Airways Boeing.

Having been trying to reach Uche in the past month, I desparately become restless to reach him that night. After meeting with my boss in the evening at a café, during which I told him my dream, I went home to concentrate on dialing Uche. Making calls to Nigeria can sometimes be like America searching for Bin-laden. I normally do not give up. I decided to call any soul that knows him to get him for me. I got someone, begged him to go see Uche the next morning and tell him I want to speak with him. But I never realized, that will never be. Chiji agreed to go. That night, he had a car accident and died.

But when I signed in to msn messenger the next morning, a former colleague commiserated with me. ‘It’s hard to be the one to tell you this’, he said. I hate running round a circle; so I demanded to know what it is. ‘Uche died yesterday night’, he said, ‘in an accident’. It was a lie, I replied. I will not believe that.

No; it was truth. Sympathies flooded me from Nigeria the next day. Yet, I did not believe it until I spoke to his HOP and then got an internal memo of sympathy from oceanic, forwarded to me.

Uche was a brother to me. He took care of me when I needed care. He pampered me like a little brother. He does not want to hear me murmur. He was a pillar to me all my days in Maiduguri. And when I wanted to leave Nigeria, it was only Uche who doubtlessly supported me unlike others. He joined me to spend whatever I have to spend to see that I travelled. Uche was a wonderful person. In the 2 years I lived with him, I never ever saw him angry; NEVER. He knows me in and out and hides nothing from me. If I have missed Nigeria, Uche was one of the main causes. I call him Ndaa Uche (respect for an older brother). He calls me “Goddy”. Now I miss being called Goddy. He is full of encouragement. I pray this is a dream. I have cried for one week now, but no, it is truth, I will never see Uche again. My head throbs, my heart bleeds, I am dodging the thought of his death. It sets my heart on real suffering. Why did God let it happen? I need help, but only the type Uche gives me.

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Religion - Christianity and Islam: Both Wicked

What baffles me so much, and makes me, me an ardent Christian, brought up mainly in the church, done it for 27 years and got to quite a height in it; and what baffles me, I mean is that those who claim authority over the theory of God are the ones living contrary to what such a theory, especially the type they have upheld from the beginning, should be.

Lets looking at it; Christianity and Islam. Two great religion, leading and deciding the world, yet they are at rancour. Rancour of intolerance, distrust, or whatever evil one can think of. It is foolishly unintelligent. And they say the God they claim is a peaceful, loving and most dandiest existence. I wonder.

It’s either Muslims killing Christian or the opposite. Annoying enough to me is that these two religions, although they have lost power of ruling the world, they remain vital deciding factors in almost everything in life. But their chief sin, from my point is that they both cast in stone what they think and suppose we
must believe them or get killed here or we are promised hell after death.

Arrant nonsense! Lets scrap all them religion especially ones that try to impose mental slavery like this two dinosaurs, and I tell you, the world will be a better place.

HIV/AIDS As Leprosy Of Our Time

First I must apologize to those who read me which hasn’t been coming in the past few weeks; ‘been a bit busier than ‘can handle. Anyway, I’m cool.

Meanwhile, I have been thinking again about the return of stigma in our society to a certain sect of people as in the olden days towards lepers. Although we are not taking it into real

Unity Of Purpose

We Will Remember Them

As we stand in the Ruins waiting for the time to strike 11o’clock, the sight of it sank into me. It dawned on me what they must have suffered; it’s a devastating sight,

Coventry Cathedral should have been rebuilt after the torch of the second world war on her, no; instead a complete new foundation stone was laid by Her Majesty in 1956 and the output, a magnificent modern architecture, setting it apart from the majority gothic cathedrals clustering the face of Europe, was consecrated in 1962.

Today being a Remembrance Sunday and I in Coventry joining them in service, we marched to the skeleton of the old cathedral which has been left standing. As the church appears these days, old people flanked me left and right. It is a ceremony to our generation. But standing there in the midst of so many aged ones, my attention was drawn to the faces of yet even younger people, confused as they look at first, I gradually come to see how useful that ruins left, is.

These young people watched in utter elusiveness the serious sad faces of the older people. In such scenery, they and I gradually come to understand the enormity of the devastation that happened in 1914 and 1939; and still happening in many places today. Our understanding might not be full, but the memory of it lives with us.

“They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

We will remember them.

Unity In Pieces

For whatever happens in life, the will to change is fundamental to achieving anything. Accomplished or not, that will shown, is very important and must be praised. I think that’s what we are achieving in my work place through our group outing to Portugal.

Although we have always denied the segregations which has resulted in groups instead of teams, yet when our boss organised to take us all out to another country, the acceptance that greeted it gave me hope. And you know what, we have really improved in our pursuit of harmony.

What I mean is that there should be will. If there is, we can actually harness individual peace and build a unity that we can ride on. To do this, we only need to get something or an issue of common interest among separated parties. Husband and wife can rebuild themselves, friends can re-align, business associates can rebound, etc.

Neutral activities takes our mind away from the struggle that separate us and make us pay attention to one another for sometime. And if we let ourselves, our peaked anger and anxiety will gradually relax, bringing the peace we have within, no matter how fragile, into bonding again.

It might not be 100% but whatever’s achieved will go a long way in helping stop an outburst. Pieces of harmony can get us there… if only we yield.