The year began on a good note. I woke up hale and hearty. I took a step towards going to church. After all it is the first Sunday of the year 2016.
I picked up my phone to check my whatsapp messages. All was well whilst I was reading. Then on my Bihecan platform came the news flash. One of my mates had lost a son. A son.
This piece is a tribute to my nephew whom I never met and a comforter to my Bihecan brother.
I will call you Jnr. I would have met him one day. He would have in all probability gone to Bishop Herman College too. Brainy just like his dad. I lost a potential architect who would have changed the world.
I will not blame anybody. I will rather commend the medical personnel for doing their best. I am in church. A Catholic church. I am crying. I have a son too. I can only imagine the pain my brother is feeling. What about his wife? What about The wife? Can you imagine the pain? Don’t tell them “I feel your pain” etc.
I pray as you read this piece remember Agbey and wife and family in your prayers. I also task you in one way or the other to call for an improvement in the health services and delivery in our dear country. That is all I ask.
My brother Agbey, on behalf of the brothers, I say our deepest condolences. Our heartfelt sympathies.
I leave you with the words ‘ Whatever …..it is well with my soul”
Blessings Always.
Sad. May he rest in peace.
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A very nice piece from the major himself.
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