My FUTO Story - #5

Boom Boom

A bomb explodes

Skulls shatters

Bellies cut open

And fury in our hearts awoken

The eight legged freak crawls

Slowly and stealthy

Envelops our being

Blowing  out a candle

And we say

He died of a disease

Of broken limbs

Of first wails

And first steps

To lifting our scrolls

Of broken limbs

Hospitals, infections

And vaccinations

From grey hairs

Walking sticks

And the nailed coffin

Life becomes an apparition

Slipping through our fingers

Darkness falls on us

And we weep

Into sorrow deep

We fall

Mumbling ang grumbling

Afraid to ask

The one who knows all

WHY?

For Alex

And his starched shirts

For his smile that lights up his ebony

For his love for education

For memories and friendship built

For the five year struggle

Reduced to paper

And now to dust

For from dust we came

And back to it

Shall we return

RIP ALEX ISIGUZO CHIEMELA
B.TECH MICROBIOLOGY (FUTO)
DIED 16^TH DECEMBER, 2015

Alex was a gentle soul. In appearance and nature. He could not be seen without his school bag and loved to tuck in his shirts. Always apt for lectures and practicals. And when he was ready to show the world what he was made of, death came in form of sickness. He was loved by us all. If Alex was quiet in public, he was definitely a noise maker on WhatsApp . Always in one banter or the other, professing  that he would be the next to get married. He left behind family, friends and memories that would keep him alive in our hearts.

Alex, till we meet behind the veil to part no more, sleep well in the Lord.

                                                                       

Constance Onyeji-Jarret