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Since this has been a great platform that offer me shoulder to cry on and pour my emotions, I have come at this sensitive time of my life to express my feelings. Sometimes this month, I wrote about my convocation and my only regret, which was my father's absence at my convocation due to the accident he had. Yes, this morning at 12:04 am I picked my Bible and read the book of Psalms 105:18-19 which was talking about how Joseph was in the prison till the king sent for him. So, I just interpreted it to mean I would have breakthrough from the shackles of the devil and things would start working well for me after the order of Joseph.So, I decided to post it on my WhatsApp status because I felt the words were deep and carried a lot of weight.

You know, I never thought otherwise. I never thought the verses could be pointing to the King's bottler in the Bible, that put in prison till the word of death from the king came to him. Maybe if I had thought otherwise or let the holy spirit interpret the words to me, I would have known that at that hour, life was leaving my father and that he was going to die at that very hour. First thing in Wednesday morning. I got a call from my sister that my father was dead. I never expected it, I didn't know what to do, all I know was that I screamed and cried so much till I lost my voice. I couldn't pick anything other than my scarf and headed to the garage to board a bus to my hometown. I couldn't help myself on the bus, but cried my eyes out. I started remembering our last conversation, how he told me I should not worry about his health that he was already fine.

But I only met his dead body at home. At that point I gave up, I lost him. I was only waiting for my elder ones to know the next course of action, as I am the last child of the family.

Till Wednesday up to this present moment, I couldn't stop blaming myself and regretting. My father thought I would have been better off at this age. I didn't take care of him as I wished. There was financial constraint. He would even called me to just ensure I take good care of him and don't worry about him. He was on sick bed for about two months but held on to God and was praying fervently for the children even in that pain. He was a lover of children and I wish I showed him greater love but death snatched him from us. Thank God for the little money I sent him four days to his departure, that was the last thing I did for him and he prayed for me as if it was more than that.
Amid the pains and grief, my only consolation is the the fact that my father believes in Jesus. He taught all of that way and he served God till the very end. His neighbours testify to how he gathered them round his bed on Sunday, preaching to them and telling them about the love God has for us all. The neighborhood was really in sorrowful mood. Baba served God and humanity. I pray that may God uphold the family he left behind in Jesus name.
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