Losing Someone

There is a saying that Death's hunger is insatiable, the more it kills, the more it wants to kill. Obviously, Death is inevitable, the Bible says in Gen. 3:19
"In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread
Till you return to the ground
For out of it you were taken
For dust you are
And to dust you shall return.”
Death comes in different forms, but no matter the manner of the Death, the pain is not easily relieved, the sense of loss and emptiness takes time to pass away, and in some cases it never does.
Recently people close to me have been losing their loved ones, it takes immense courage and strength to pass through this stage of life and come out victorious but I know a lot of people who have succeeded and I know that they shall also overcome. I can not say that I know how they feel, no, I have not lost anyone either close to me or distant and I am grateful to God for that, I can only imagine the pain and sorrow that they were experiencing at that moment but I try my very best to be of support as much as possible.
No one wants to lose any one, we all want to live on but it is not possible; thanks Adam and Eve👏; most of the times it takes the death of people to bring an awareness of their importance to all and sundry; which is very wrong; I enjoin all my readers to value and treasure the people around them now that they are alive, to avoid regrets at their death.
There are various ways to deal with death and in all of the ways, it is always important that you are feeling loved when in such situations.
There are the strong ones, people who accept that it was the appointed time and God willed it, they tend to move on very fast, though it is not a trait that is common, that leads us to the "grievers".
In some traditions, after the death of the husband, the wife is expected to mourn him for a year, wearing black apparel throughout, I am not condemning the need to mourn but the obligation, if the woman is one of the strong ones, she is been deprived of her right to move on with her life. There are also people who do not even need any tradition to obligate them to mourn for long, usually they find it hard to process the death, it might be losing your only child after being barren for 25years or losing a spouse etc., many a times they shut themselves from the world, which is very wrong, I know you need to mourn, but don't mourn alone, it could lead to depression and possibly suicide.
There are people that the death of someone sparks a revolution in them, it gives them extra incentive to honor the memory of the person, take Nigerian Striker playing for Manchester United, Odion Ighalo, he lost his sister last December, he always wears her obituary shirt under his jersey and promised to dedicate every goal he scores to her, but depending on the circumstances of the death, the revolution may be negative, there was a man that lost his wife while they were being robbed and after that he became a vigilante, hunting down criminals and killing them, taking the law into his hands, some people the death of someone helps them in discovery, most especially if the person dies from an illness.
There are people that the death of someone sends them spiraling down the wrong path, they indulge in despicable acts, do drugs and take alcohol excessively most of the time it is because the person they lost probably served as a moral compass or something to that effect. The death of someone can threaten your faith big time, it is paramount that you surround yourself with loved ones to help you process the loss faster and I pray that God grants you the fortitude to bear the loss. So today, I want you all to take out time to tell that sibling, spouse, friend etc., how much they mean to you.
Ciao.

New Month, Same God

Hi guys, happy new month🏄, we have already seen "part to what" the month holds for us(yesterday Liverpool finally lost a game after going 44 games unbeaten), today is also Sunday an ample day to worship and reverence God Almighty, today also happens to be the birthday of one of my beautiful cousin 😎, happy birthday Ozichi Okoronkwo. This blog post is serving as a remembrance of what the Lord did for me 5 years ago and to say I am still grateful to him for the love that he has shown to me and my family.
The second week in the month of August in the year 2015 was a week of big events, my birthday was on the first day of the week, Monday 10th, two days later my elderest sister was going to write her post utme exams @ the prestigious University of Nigeria, Nsukka(UNN) so it was a week full of promise.
My birthday went as normal, no much fuss, we had a trip planned for the next day, my dad as the early bird he is insisted we travel a day before the exam(very smart idea) so we could have time to see my other sister in Akwa as well as some friends and family over in Enugu and so my other sister writing her post utme would be acclimatized with the environment, we prepared for the journey, cooked coconut rice and fried chicken for my sister, bought drinks and table water, my dad also added 50litres of petrol in the trunk for our travels.
By 6:15 we began the journey from Warri to Nsukka(my dad likes traveling early set awon first bus geng), it was a cool morning, drizzling a bit more as we progressed until we reached Ozoro, we were on the highway heading towards the Niger Bridge, for some reason best known to my dad had earlier asked me to check his speed on the speedometer as we drove on the bridge, so still on the Ozoro highway suddenly my dad needed his phone, he did a quick body search and he could not find it(we don go half the journey to turn back go be yawa), so he asked me to help him look for it, I took off my seatbeat(I was riding shot-gun, been riding there all my life) and searched every possible that hands can reach in a moving vehicle but I do not see it. Normally my dad hates when no one knows the location of things he needs, so he joined the search for the phone, one hand on the steering wheel and another searching for the phone(not the smartest idea though).
My sister called his attention with panic in her voice that we were swerving off the road, we stopped the search (p.s the search was very short, lasted10sec) and My dad tried swerving back to the highway(wet road+speed+and instant change in direction=

We stumbled and landed on the concrete separating the two sides on the highway, with our tyres facing skyward, meanwhile, as the whole event was unfolding, this Bible verse was just repeating in my head keeping me calm, "fear not, for I am with you", the impact point with the road was the shot-gun where I was, so I was stuck, my sister got out of the car first, came to my side of the car found me stuck, went over to my dad's side, we unlocked the door manually and came out unscrathed.
As God would have it, the food items and some of the drinks in the trunk were damaged and littered on the highway but the 50litres of petrol was still secured, obviously such a scene would attract people so they flipped the car back to its normal position and lo and behold, the phone laying undisturbed under my dad's seat(a place that was checked 😡), a good Samaritan(I legit saved his number with that) put us in his car, drove us to his house to wash up and dropped us in the nearest park going to Awka.
My sister @ Awka was happy to see us, we spent some time with her and then continued to Nsukka, to cut long story short, my elderest sister pasted the post utme, matriculated(we attended it with the car, it had been fixed by that time) and now by the grace of God is a certified Microbiologist for UNN.
Any time I think about the incident I am convinced that no matter how prepared we were are for any thing, life would still be life, but it is different when you have God Almighty watching you, as we move on with our daily activities in this new month, I hope we show appreciation to God for the things he has done no matter how little we think it is, because the more we appreciate, the more he would do for us. Ciao👋