Agnes lit the candle and waited patiently for others to do the same. She sob softly as she turned one more time to look at the golden coffee placed on the altar. She wished it was a dream that her dad was no more, the only one who called her by the name "Agi". She wished life would have been forever where there was no need to miss anyone but they were all wishes , she thought as she walked back to her seat, her eyes red from crying.
"Turn off the light" the priest officiating the burial said, "allow only the light from the candles glow" he added.
It was the last ceremony in honor of a man who made an impact in Afia culture. The candles were a sign of the light he had brought into the community.
" Mr. Dan while he was alive fought for the rights of the female children, he built schools and several social amenities. He was a man who shone his light wherever he went. We love him, but he's called from us for a greater task" the priest said aloud as he performed the burial process.
The people continued to mourn as they reminisced on all he had done. The female in Afia sang songs hailing him for bringing light to how important it was for females to gain the white man's knowledge. Agnes though bereaved was glad to see how much her dad was honored and to know his memories would continue to live in the heart of the Afia people.