My Sister, My Friend
It is hard to talk of you in the past. It is hard to believe that you are no more. I cannot stop asking questions about what happened; what went wrong; why did it happen; how did it happen; why now and why to my sister?
Sister, your transition to glory has left a big vacuum in our mist, in our family and has left us wondering. I called you at 5 pm on Friday when I heard you had been taken to hospital in Yaounde. Despite the fact that your voice was low, I could not imagine the unbearable. we talked and I planned to visit you the coming week, only to be called at 4 am on saturday that you had made your final breath.
Sister I do not know how to contend myself. It was better I did not call you on that Friday. Dorcas you surprised me, Dorcas you took me unaware, Dorcas you disgraced me, Dorcas you exposed me, Dorcas you did the unimaginable, Dorcas it pains........ At the end of the day I only have to conclude God knows why, his understanding surpasses all our imaginations. RIP sis.
Fuah Kwanga