Strive not, my soul, for an immortal life, but make the most of what is possible.” :- Pythian Odes, 518 – 438BC Yesterday as I was flipping through the tweets on my Homepage I came across the sad and tragic news that veteran Journalist, Dimgba Igwe, former MD of The Sun Newspaper was killed by a Hit and Run driver while he was jogging early in the morning around his Okota residence in Lagos. What? No this cannot be true, I screamed! There is only one way to find out. I quickly navigated to Facebook and searched for Mike Awoyinfa on my list. On his timeline was an update in three words: PRAY FOR ME. Oh then its true! Dimgba has left this mundane plane in a most gruesome and callous manner through the evil machination of the wicked! Thoughts flooded my mind: Could it be an assassination disguised as a Hit and Run? Who killed Dimgba? Why???????? Oga Mike how can I pray for you? You know youre my Pastor until I rebelled like Lucifer and left the Assembly because you were always preaching about the Roman Army and The Blues from the other side of London in defiance to my darling team, the Gunners and pride of London. But thats not important today as were all united in grief over the unfortunate and tragic transition of Dimgba. The good book admonished us to mourn with those who mourn. I say to all those who mourn the unceremonious departure of Dimgba to look upon each day that comes as a challenge, as a test of courage. The pain will come in waves, some days worse than others, for no apparent reason. Accept the pain. Do not suppress it. Never attempt to hide the grief. Cry if it makes you feel better, because Harriet Beecher Stowe captures it succinctly where she posited that, The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.” Dimgba, the Iroko of Nigerian Journalism left unceremoniously without saying goodbye. He left unannounced! He left so many words unsaid and so many deeds undone. Dimgba Igwe and Mike Awoyinfa, the Aki and Paw Paw of Journalism, are cut out from the same umbilical cord; theyre alway together like Siamese twins. They are the reason why I read The Sun Newspaper. When they resigned from the stable of The Sun, I kept tab with the duo by reading their weekly column online and Mike Awoyinfa more closely on Facebook. As Bruce Coville puts it, Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people–they always go away sooner or later. You can’t hold them anymore than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.” We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love. Shakespeare couldnt have been more righteous when he said, Everyone can master a grief but he that has it. Oga Mike is this the last sleep for Dimgba? Did he call you to say goodbye before he set forth at dawn yesterday to keep a date with a tragic destiny? Sir, dont be dismayed by the lack goodbye from Dimgba. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends, as Richard Bach, puts it in his Illusions. Farewell Dimgba! Take heart Mike. Ogadinma, it shall be well with you. Let us pray..........
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 10:35:55 +0000
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