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Sunday, May 20th
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Faith
I lost one of the most wonderful women I have ever met, recently. Now, after the euphoria of everything earthly such as the recent elections yesterday, we have to face the harsh realities of burying our dead.
As we plod on in this great journey of life and the struggles within, the realisation of our own mortality strikes us from time to time.
Here is a tribute I was privileged to write for her later in the day.
I was watching TV the other day, and a famous preacher (Bishop TD Jakes) was on, during the usual commercial break where they advertise their products etc.
For so long I have heard this scripture quoted and used in the wrong context.
The story began one fine Sunday morning in 2002 in the heart of Ijebu-Igbo, Ogun State. Till this day I cant help but think if I had bothered to go to church that morning, the story I am about to tell you would have been much different.
Each time there is a death so close to you, it throws up an opportunity and an even greater urgency to review one’s own life and raises an attempt to answer the age old question on the meaning of life.
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