Memories for the Other World

It is Igbo belief that overlaid over our world is the spirit world; the world of the dead.

Everything you see in our world has its spirit double.

We believe the dead do not truly die, but live on in the other world

And sometimes, if you pay attention, one who has gone is not so far away

when the wind blows before it rains
whenever i see a breathtaking view
when i come to a place of incredible beauty
when i see a puppy, or a small child, or read a wonderfully written book

I am reminded, and I feel everyone who has gone has come back to me.

A smell, a sound, a picture, and the barrier between the worlds is lifted
For a moment, maybe two, they are here with us, and us with them

I think as long as there are people who love you and remember, you can never disappear from this world.

I remember

Ibiso, who was more beautiful than she believed

Aniefon, who wore my slippers and gave me warts

Ijeamaka, who burst into tears when Patrick Bassey asked her to go for extra beans

Chidinma, whom I hated, but who helped me massage my sprained neck

Hadiza, who was insatiably curious and who told me she had the best big brothers in the whole wide world

Ibra, who was bitten by a snake and wasn’t even scared

Toke, who helped me squeeze into my trad wear, and made fun of Brother Jake behind his back

Chinenye, who was an only child like me

Soala, whom I barely knew

And Zikora, who let me cry all over his check more times than I can count and taught me how to forge good behaviour

Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there; I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sun on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circling flight.I am the soft starlight at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there; I did not die.
Rest in peace and happiness….
You are loved and terribly missed

In especial memory of

Zikora Okafor

March 6, 1989 – December 10, 2005
Lover of books (especially Sabriel, Lirael, and Abhorsen), magazines, gossip and gist of all kinds
Avoider of Jogging, Sanitation and Morning Duty
Hater of Audrey Hepburn, and all Fr. Marc’s movies
Loyola Jesuit College Head Boy 2004/2005
Beloved Friend and Partner in Crime

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  1. abokishop

    If theres anything that ur friend Zikora Okafor will be proud of….its that he had and still has a friend like u…..u have immortalised him in such a way that anyone wants to know u will know him…..thats massive loyalty on ur end and I respect it….may his beautiful soul and that of so many others find the wonders of the afterlife as intresting as the one they upgraded from.

  2. Aniefon's Sis

    Just randomly sitting here searching for my sister’s name at this odd hour of the night and I find this post.

    Aniefon Ekereuwem was my little sis. I laughed when I saw her part of the post. She got that from our dad (also late) and this made me remember of both of them together. This is beautiful.. I wonder what she would be like now.

    She always loved to write and I wonder if she would have had a blog like you too or maybe written a book.

    Beautiful tribute. Thank you for knowing and remembering her and all of them.

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