For some people it's weekend ooo

The fragility of life

It's Thanksgiving Sunday, I am scrolling through the status updates of my contacts on WhatsApp I stumble on some words I struggle to come to terms with even till this moment in one of the status updates of someone whose younger brother I knew way before I knew her.

She types

“I never thought a day like this would come, on this day one month ago…. Today makes it one month and forever of not seeing you again”

There's a way certain news will hit you and you wouldn't be able to tell what part of you if hit…. You just know that the impact is felt.

At first, just to be sure, I remember asking her “Your biological brother?”, she took a while to respond before she said yes, and she posted some other throwback videos of her brother that broke my defences…. I didn't have the strength to cry but I still did later on. What did she mean by he was gone? Gone as in gone to where?

Is that how life is? Works? I'm perplexed….

Two weeks before then it was the guy who supplied my mum water, a very cheerful and free-spirited guy, earlier this year it was the Pastor who taught me in baptismal class…. Just about two months ago, it was the lady in my estate who was raped and killed in her own house (I’m not ready to digress with all the recent happenings and the turn this rape thing has taken)…. It took consciousness to remember that Dele in Abattoir (a series I follow on YouTube) is only a fictional character and not a real-life figure.

Somewhere between the last three months, it was the fashion designer who I still sat under the year before, down the lane it was the woman whose vigour and zeal for the Lord had and still keeps me motivated to do more…. And some fourteen years ago, it was a major figure in my life.

My heart is beginning to wane, all of this news is terrifying and honestly, it's getting to me.

In the just concluded week, I heard of another loss on Wednesday that made me sit in deep reflection and sober thinking. I've looked at all the recent pictures over and over again asking myself “Do people really die just like this?”

In the past time, I read two newsletters of friends talking about the absence of a loved one who was not their biological family but still feels like a big piece of their existence.

I've woken up every day wondering and asking myself “Who’s next?” like it's my question to answer, these recent incidents have made my mind journey back to secondary school, the senior who died whom I had still spoken to the Friday before, the other one whose necklace I misplaced while in Kaduna, had a fight with me over it but reconciled even though we never returned to being close…. It was on a faithful day while in camp during the Congress in 2022, that I heard of her passing.

I remember singing “Memories” with my classmates back then in secondary school weeks after the daughter of MWO A died….

I think of all these things and I am moved to tears all again. God, please have Mercy! We all are very weak and helpless without you. We don’t know whose time will be up next, but above all, we have hope and confidence in the eternal home you have prepared for us. We have hope.

Our strength has failed us

Our hearts are waning

Our fear is heightening but we still hope and trust in you!

Please hold our hands and assure us that as long as we are with you everything will be alright

Please, hold our hands, Lord Jesus.

Strengthen our hearts again

Show us the capacity of your love to save and rescue and deliver us from our torments.

Cover us, shield us. Just as you've always been doing, show us your Mercy!

No more deaths please Lord Jesus

And even if there will be help our hearts, brace us for what is to come. And if it be Your Coming, don't let it meet us unaware.

Whenever our earthly clock stops ticking, let us be rest assured that we will rest in your bosom.

The fragility of life

The tenderness to it

As my friend said, for some people it's just weekend ooo

Let this be your cue to reach out to that friend, let go of that grudge, let go of unforgiveness, call that person, and send that message…. You really don't know when.

And please, make sure you are born again. The wages of sin is death and anyone who misses Heaven won’t escape hell. Those who have died don't have a shot at redemption anymore, but you and I do.

My brother shared the news of a medical student in his school who had committed suicide and asked a question that leaves me thinking….. “Is he going to hell?”, everyone fell silent when he asked. Deep down, we all knew, we all knew.

Finally, I conclude with the excerpt of a song by Jaymikee and Min Lawrence Oyor

We are on a train going to Heaven

We are on a journey of faith

And when our life here is over

We will answer to God

This is a train of Glory

This is a journey of joy

Cause when our walk here is over

We will hear well done

”My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience.“

‭‭James‬ ‭1‬:‭2‬-‭3‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Soldier! Wipe your tears, Jesus is in your boat. There is still more work to be done. We need each other to survive.

Stand with me, agree with me, we are all a part of God’s body!

You are important to me, I need you to survive.

#nottodaysatan #imnotleavingGod #neverdiegang #wetransition

See you next week

TFA💜💡