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TRIBUTE TO A DEAR AUNTIE In such a moment of solitude, I enquired of the Lord in search of the hollow within my soul, but lo and behold it went all amiss. Can one break the arm that anchored her breath at youth? Nay! Alas, it could mean futility. Though, not a found rib but she meant more than a missing rib to me. We’ve sang and played under the surveillance of the noon day sun and supervision of the moonlight. Whilst the joy of sisterhood lasted for a time, God deemed it pleasing to him and satisfactory to his inquisition to make all humanity admit that it is His ordained time for demise. According to the book of Ecclesiastes, ''' “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;” '''

At this season of mourning, we push every difference to the basket and allow peace and tranquility to triumph. I pray God will heal this hollow you’ve borne in my heart and release me from this eternal travail of a lost one. Consistently we have this confidence that they that sleep in Christ will arise again on that Day and we do hope above all doubts and against all odds that you’ll also be clothed in white robes awaiting the sound of the clamoring trumpet of the archangels. Adieu Auntie! May your soul rest in perfect peace. Portal to UDEZE CHINEDU₦₦₦₦₦₦₦