By NKEM NZERIBE
My friend Chinedum is dead. Today is Saturday, the 15th of October 2016: I started to write this tribute three days ago, but found myself at such a loss that it has been difficult proceeding with the piece. For the past 72 hours, I’ve been struggling to find the right words to describe my friend – to tell you about her, to explain why this death, this loss is so tragic and weighs more than most. I know; any untimely death is a tremendous loss to the ones left behind. Still I struggle with words to describe Chinedum and what she meant to me and all who loved her.
Chinedum was special. Dare I say extraordinary... But she is no longer and that realization unearths a deep physical pain. I am transposed to a corner of the world where the fire burns and is all-consuming. Breathing is difficult.
I can no longer just push a button on my phone and be connected, chat with her, tease her or laugh as she warns me of all the dangers that now lurk in Today’s Nigeria and the ‘weird’ people that appear to have overrun the good old country. Having her as one of my focal points on my sporadic trips to Lagos and her lovingly berating me is no longer an option. I will no longer hear and laugh at: “Abeg komot sha. U no understand. Oyibo no work here-o”. Sad!
Chinedum had been diabetic for a while. She uncomplainingly managed her illness. Through all the other challenges that life threw down her pathway this late in life, she remained a force of nature with kindness running through her interactions with her friends, adopted family, old school community and family. And then – death steals her away from everyone who loved her.
How do you write a tribute to Chinedum? How do I describe one of the most selfless person I know? Someone who often will neglect her own self-interest for the good of others so blessed with her attention? How do I explain the multitude of ways she made me better, or how she never missed an opportunity to encourage me, tell me she loved and was praying for me? How do I begin to recount the dozens of people who were direct beneficiaries of her time, pool of encouragement and generosity? This is not the time and place to call out the scores of voices, people that she helped, souls that she inspired and the lives she touched. In her own quiet, dedicated way, she went about all these deeds, donating her time, talents, experience because she felt called to do so. No questions. No discussion. Just did it!
Just in case, some of you may be staring into the void and searching for the other shoe. There are not only angels here. I am not interested in painting some cartoonish figures of Chinedum. In life, Chinedum was a fully formed multi-dimensional individual who inhabited and exhibited, sometimes simultaneously, all the registers of human emotions, attributes and actions. Yes, she was very kind, understanding, quick to champion the under-dog, people in need, a voice for the voice-less, and generous to a fault. But she was also stubborn, seemingly unforgiving, sometimes inscrutable, annoying, opinionated and difficult. She always was a fully formed human being imbued with all the complexity of life. She was a lady: a woman of impeccable tradition. In remembering her today, a life cut short by illness, I believe that her selflessness, inside-and-outside beauty, strength of character and generosity of spirit rightly overwhelm all other challenging attributes.
Chinedum, your candle burned out before it even gave an indication that the wax had run down. I can honestly say that you contributed to making the world a better place. For those of us that have known and loved you, our hearts will go on - as in the song immortalized by Celine Dion (http://bit.ly/2dYQKNA). “Near, far, wherever you are”: because you have opened the door to appreciate and love you, Ntianu you remain forever in our hearts.
I hope that the immediate Jaja-Wachuku family will draw strength from the outpouring of positive emotion surrounding the sad event of Chinedum’s death.
G. Nkem Nzeribe