I feel so sad. Just yesterday, I consoled a couple of hivers that lost their loved ones. But I never knew someone would console me the next day. What a life
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Death! Why did you come into this world?
Underworld was your place of abode.
You crept in like a snake, to inject with your poisonous venom.
Every house you pass through mourns.
You delight in the cry of the innocent.
For how long will you be heartless?
Now, I feel like growing iron nails, and carving bad words about you into the rock.
I hate you.
I hate you with passion.
You make a house filled with joy desolate.
You bring anguish and discomfort.
You turn innocent children to orphans,
Husbands to widowers, and wives to widows.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
You perpetrate evil without anyone seeing you.
You are a coward.
I dare you to appear in human form, and see if the world would spare you
I know you will come for me one day
But, anytime you are ready, I want to be fully prepared
For years, he had been dealing with growth in his back. He took chemo several times. As ill as he was, he never joked with his family's welfare. He goes out to fend for them everyday. Ikenna was an exceptional husband. Early this year, he was taken to Egypt for treatment, and when he arrived, we were all happy that he had recovered. But just a month ago, the same symptoms came back, and the test showed that the growth has extended to the chest
He was rushed to the hospital yesterday night and was on oxygen throughout. The way he died at the hospital made me understand that we humans are not different from animals. The only distinction is that we are higher and we have developed brains. I recollect that each time I slaughter a goat, it piddles, while struggling for its life. That moment he wanted to give up, he was pressed. He picked up a bottle by his side, wee in it, and breath his last. What a life
The last time I saw him was about two weeks ago, when I went to his house for his wife's 40th birthday. I went with a sound system to grace the occasion. It was the day Newcastle trashed Chelsea 4 nil. He was a Chelsea fan, and I remembered I made fun of him as Newcastle pumped Chelsea like a tyre. I made videos of him with my phone on that day as he rejoiced with his wife and children
A few days before his death, he paid for his son's birthday cake ahead. On 22nd of December is his birthday, but he paid upfront. I guess he knew he was going to die before then
Each time I look at the video on my phone, I feel sober. This life is short. I pity his wife and children. How I wish I could help in this critical time. Of course I've consoled them, but it goes beyond that. I pray that God uphold them
That's it my fellow hivers. We go, and this life remains. It's what it's. May his gentle soul rest in peace. Adieu Daddy Nicole
