Today 8th of April is a very sad day for me and my family. We lost our most precious and loving primary care giver. The one who God choosed to use so that I can be brought into this world. His death is still not real to me. Physically you may have gone, Papa, but , you are still in my heart and no day passes without me thinking about you .
Everyday everything you thought me about love, caring, dedication and hard work lives on . There are also these two significant memories about you that are constantly driving me crazy:
1. I remembered when I was often not well, you will carry me as a baby on your back whilst riding a motorcycle from Njah Etu village to Acha hospital so that I can receive the best possible care. You also trembled each time I am not well or any of my siblings by taking quick actions or do what ever you can to ensure that we get well.
2. I also remembered when I was giving birth to my first son, apart from my mum supporting me , you were the only other person running around buying the medication that was prescribed by the doctor for my C section. I almost died, if you were not there to pay these bills . Huh!! Living in a country where one was barely surviving to meet the most basic needs and still have to pay for medical bills you know!
The year has gone so quick and may you continue to rest in peace and yes you thought me everything I needed to survive in this planet earth and am doing just fine. I wish you were still here watching me displaying just the other version of you.
Thank you, Thank you Papa for everything.