Saturday, May 24, 2014

An appeal to the nation; let our loss save a million lives.


  Sound travels fast, then light, then matter. The newspaper reports don’t tell you this. They don’t tell you ten meters from a blast it feels like the apocalypse. It feels like the end.
  They cannot tell you about the tension, the anxiety, the fear. No one mentions that our rescue system was wheelbarrows used to transport victims; they wouldn't reveal that ambulances were cars of passersby who were willing to stop and help.

  The news must have forgotten to mention that 118,200 or 250 dead, that those figures are one. one way of putting together everything; One way of condensing family, friends, classmates, colleagues and loved ones. They forget to mention that numbers are a way of turning a hundred different stories into a numerical index that says nothing.

  No one tells you of the smell of death in the corridors of the morgues, lined with bodies as you try to make your way around, to find friends who never came back home. They don’t tell you of hope, how you hope to not find your loved ones carelessly packed on the cold floor of this room but pray you do, because you know after searching through the casualty wards whatever you find now would mean the end and not finding at all would mean worse, it would mean never knowing, never forgiving yourself for giving up because you feel you tried but didn't do enough.

   Why have i chosen to tell you this, it is neither to earn sympathy nor stir anger. It is to open our minds to the things we need. It would be insanity to say the government is doing nothing, but it wouldn't be wrong to suggest they are not doing enough. We are so busy fighting terror we have forgotten that we need to control it’s effects. In a nation wrought with this level of insurgence is it not illogical that our medical system still does not have rescue ambulances, that there are almost no paramedics. That on explosion it is the police and fire service only that respond, that most of us died because of the long hospital drive. As much as we spend massively on security because we need too, we should spend even more on health, because we have to. We do not want Nigerians to only shake their heads, comment on our post and share our pictures. We want these seven deaths to save a million lives.
May God grant us the fortitude to bear our loss, the faith to not question and the grace to forgive a nation that promised to protect us but didn’t.


Because we believe- A photo tribute to our seven fallen dynamites.

God looked around his garden and saw an empty space, he looked upon the earth and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest, God's garden must be beautiful he always takes the best.





 Late Francisa Nwafor.

 I don't think of you as gone, your journeys just begun, life holds so many facets this earth is only one.
 I think of you as resting from the pain and the tears, in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years.




 I know how you must be wishing that we could know today, how all our pain and sorrows could really pass away.






 Late Michael Ogbole

We are believers, we do not die, so we that live will not say goodbye,
Because to live with Christ and call it death is to call his word a lie



  



                                                                            Vivian Chioma Obilor.







                                                           Millicent Yusuf
You will live forever in the hearts of those you loved, for nothing loved is ever lost and you were all loved very much.


                                                             Wingak Monday.
                                                                  Doris Udegbunem.
  A picture profile of memories of the seven five hundred level medical laboratory science students of the department of medical laboratory science lost to the may 20 bomb blast in Jos, Plateau state Nigeria.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

What time is.


Like water under a bridge time is, ever changing, ever flowing, never ending. Time is a memory, of treasured ones who left too soon, of children now all grown. Time is progress, knowing we are far from where we started even when we are not yet where we want to be. Time is a currency, a means of exchange without measure. where we take as we are given, but don’t know how much more we might get.

 In a money-centred world, money is everything; and a good time is good money. It helps to remember, we are given money to live, but money won’t give us life. It helps to learn, that wealth is grand, but wealth is deceitful; that Time is free but finite, and money is luxurious but infinite. The pursuit of prosperity ends only when the voyager learns contentment.


When we learn what time is, we would refuse to crowd tomorrow with things we should do today? There is always the tomorrow excuse for today, but tomorrow is not forever. A day will come when tomorrow will not be ours. When we learn that bad moments don’t make a bad day?  That what may not take money out of our pockets might take time out of our lives. When we learn what time is, we learn to live. Everything is permissible but not everything is profitable, Time is free, waste it wisely.