i lost an uncle some week ago and after the shedding of tears, calls, comfort....some days my thoughts go to him and the family he left behind and some days not....i guess, that's life....
After the Dana plane crash in June of 2012 in Nigeria, i penned some thoughts, which i now share...times and seasons have passed but the story remains constant. The most important thing is - how effective can we lives our lives here on earth being mindful all the time of the world to come and as they say in my church, *being earthly-impactful and heavenly-focused*.
Above all, i pray, *Lord teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts to wisdom*. Have a beautiful week ahead. God bless you!
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From my facebook page 6th June 2012
I posted a comment yesterday about the transience of life and how there is very little that can be done to change the course of nature…it didn’t come out exactly that way, but that was the message I intended to convey. So many comments have been made, criticisms, insults, curses and a great deal of righteous indignation has followed the crash of the Dana Airlines Flight 9J 922. There is a renewed feeling, thought of how fickle life actually is, how in the blink of an eye, it could all be over…
When I leave this earth, the sun will not cease or even pause for a moment, the stars will not neglect to gleam at night, the clock will not stop…it would just be business as usual, for nature, for billions of people around the world who have no knowledge that I ever existed.
After the crash, there was such a great outpouring of grief and pain and hurt, broadcast messages, profile messages, display photographs showed just how affected we all were, then slowly, things have begun to return to normal…
Slowly, the pictures have begun to change to the pre-Dana portraits of happy, fulfilled individuals; the black, dark, sad images that characterized the period have started to give way; the BCs blaming government, Dana Airlines and even individuals who seemed to have had some sort of fore-knowledge of the crash, as well as those urging us to remember to ‘live each day as though it were the last’, have gradually been replaced by jokes and comments on ‘the meaning of Dana in Yoruba’, the relationship between the renaming of Unilag and Dana aircraft as well as so many similar ludicrous correlations that bear no relationship to the issue at hand.
Above all, my thoughts have not wavered from those who are mourning at this time, those for whom sleep has become a scarce craving, for whom weeping and wailing have become the only solace at this time. Friends of friends, uncles and aunts of friends, colleagues of friends, the list goes on. I know when this period is long forgotten and the crash has become a vague memory, it is these fathers, mothers, children, brothers and sisters that would be left to mourn. Birthdays, Christmases, jokes, TV shows, clothes, memories abound in every space.
The government? We wait and see; but alas we have done that so many times before (big sigh). You? I do not know. Me? I spare a prayer and a thought for all those who departed this earth unplanned, uncelebrated and unexpected and also for those they left behind. Joy, Levy, Maimuna, Ehime, Ayodele, Christopher, Amaka, Dunni, Adetunji, Obinna, Chima, Tope…the list goes on… what else can I say? It is well. Even when all else fails, that is the hope we cling to. God bless.
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