Final Words To Femi

I have been angry at God all week cos I lost a friend, a brother. What hurts me also is I never got to tell him how much he meant to me. In the time we lost touch, I was angry at him I would have conversations in my head of what I would say when I saw him; inspite of all that, I still loved him. It’s funny how life sometimes gives us a rude awakening when we least expect it. We realize just how trivial some things are.

I saw him in the coffin but I looked away cos I didn’t want to remember him that way. When I think of Famo, I remember the bulging sexy eyes, his laugh, his amazing humor – he could always make people laugh - his love for Praise Apostles and his wife Tope.

It’s amazing what life has in store for us. I have questioned everything - my faith, God, life and its meaning – but I still don’t feel better. Questioning has gotten me nowhere thus far but I am conscious that we are living on borrowed time and that our time here has to have meaning and purpose.

With Femi’s death I see how love for one person can unify and bring together people. He was indeed loved by all whose lives he had touched and I rest in the knowledge that he has gone to a better place.

Famo, I will see you someday.