Death is mostly felt by the ones left behind. The one who wished they were the one who died instead. The pain that comes with losing a loved one often lasts a lifetime. We learn to live with it but it never goes away.
I would say fortunately for me I have never truly lost someone so close to me to death. I have lost a couple of family members, however, I do not feel so much pain because I never really knew them on a personal basis.
I have seen the pain of death through the eyes of my father when he lost 3 of his sisters and 15 relatives on the same day. I saw a grown man shed tears and lose composure because he couldn't believe what had just happened.
I was pretty young then and had no personal relationship, I only felt for the children that they left behind because now they have to grow up without a mother. I could only console them but didn't understand the extent to which they felt pain.
However, On October 20, 2020. I truly felt the pain of losing people. That night we lost more youths in a single night than we've ever lost. Some were killed holding the flag. The whole incident threw everyone into a state of mourning.
I do not know the faces of all the people that were lost but one face stuck to my head for a very long time. It is the face of Oke and the fact that he died in his house due to a gunshot wound shortly after tweeting "Nigeria will not end me".
For the next few months, I kept seeing his face everywhere and every time I would shed a tear. I had no personal relationship with him but it hurt regardless.
I dedicate this post to every life lost due to the Endsars battle we all fought last year. You all fought a good battle and maybe gone today but will forever remain in my heart, whenever I think of the Labour of our heroes past, I'll always remember you.
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