OUR AMBASSADORS

NDIDI-AMAKA OKEKE

I had often heard people lament the death of their loved ones, even parents. I had simply comforted them and counseled them to get over it; I thought I understood how they felt, but the day it happened to me, my mentality was greatly affected. I was wrong; I had no idea what it feels like to lose a loved one, no, I didn’t.

28th of November, 2008 came into my family with the sting of death riding on its back. We were in the house when we heard some noise from outside; that was from some armed men with guns, daggers and axes. Oh yes, it was another religious crisis in Jos. Those harbingers of death came into the house and set the house on fire. They killed my Dad, they killed his younger sister, and they killed his brother. No doubt, darkness overshadowed me.

A minute ago I was full of life and dreams, I just graduated from secondary school, I wanted to study medicine, but it’s all vanished into the thin air, living me constantly gazing at the blue sky with unanswered questions as mystery mixed with misery gushed down from my  eyes.

at about 10:00am on the 28th of November, my dad was hasten off the planet earth, living me, my younger one and my mum – a petty trader –  with a deep vacuum until Sam Amaga Foundation stepped into the gap – oh what a sigh of great relief!