Eight Years of Endless Thanks

More time than we knew each other for.

I wish you happiness for eternity.

Zikora I’m so sorry I jumped you on the line and loaned Fr Marc my copy of Eragon instead of you.

Please forgive me.

Toke, thank you so much for all the laughter your friendship brought to my life.

I always thought I was already friends with all the Regis girls who were not mean and grumpy, until I met you.

I laughed so hard at your impression of Brother Jake as he walked away that day in the parking lot.

Thank you for helping me squeeze into my dress in your classroom on Cultural Day.

You were such an amazing person and I never knew it because we had only that one term.

Thank you for being my friend, especially at a time and in a place where not many people were willing to face the risk of being my friend.

I don’t want to say “Rest in Peace” and I don’t want to use past tense when I talk about you.

It’s not fair. This isn’t right.

Zikora, thank you for letting me cry all over you again and again. Thank you for every thing, for every day.

I can’t say thank you enough but my thanks can’t bring you back, and I don’t know why.

I wish so much somehow what happened to you, to all of you could be undone. But you don’t get to be human and do and undo.

Being human means to keep moving forward, no matter what, spurred on by the hopes and dreams of those whose paths were cut short.

But each step is so, so painful.

Please be happy. I desperately want to believe that in all of this you are somehow happy and well.

I miss you so so much.

Fuck I said I wasn’t going to cry today.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for everything.

Zikora Okafor

March 6, 1989 to December 10, 2005

Avoider of Jogging and Morning Duty
Lover of Novels, Gossip, and Gist of All Kinds
Passer of Exams Without Ever Studying
Loyola Jesuit College Head Boy
Beloved Friend and Partner in Crime



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  1. debby baro

    The writer of this touchy piece of note promised not to cry, but I think these words ‘please be happy’ express quite a depth of emotions. Sugabelly! Am only following and just only imagine what world it would be without those who we love, even though some of them left earlier than we thought.

  2. Zikora

    Hi, my name is also Zikora, and I also went to Loyola, but the year after the crash. My first term was mainly people pointing out Zikora Okafor to me. I really had to work hard to honor his memory, and even though we never met, he inspired me to become who I am today.
    P.S what’s your real name and year of graduation?

    • sugabelly

      Zikora and I were 5th set. He was the Head Boy, I was the Library Prefect. Ask Mr. Enokela or some other teacher to look up the 5th set prefects for you. Graduated 2006. Nice to meet you. ^_^

  3. michelle

    I am so sorry for your loss. While you may never forget, I hope you find comfort and honor their memory the way only you would know how. XO

  4. UC

    For about 3 years now. I always check out your blog to get a glimpse of Zikora. He was my role model in primary school Living Word Academy, Aba. I never really talked to him but his death and that of his sister hurts me a lot. May their continue to rest in Peace.

  5. Aifu

    Hi Lotanna, I almost cried today when I saw this. Late Zikora and Chidinma were cousins. Zikora was simply an angel and he just never did anything wrong. I used to tease him a whole lot about you back then but I only realised who you were via the twitter trend. My heart aches anytime I remember the two opposite characters. I know he is probably reading a novel in heaven right now *smiles*. May their souls forever rest in piece.

  6. Aifu

    Hi Lotanna, I almost cried today when I saw this. Late Zikora and Chidinma were cousins. Zikora was simply an angel and he just never did anything wrong. I used to tease him a whole lot about you back then but I only realised who you were via the twitter trend. My heart aches anytime I remember the two opposite characters. I know he is probably reading a novel in heaven right now *smiles*. May their souls forever rest in peace.

  7. nma

    I can’t forget I search for him over an over again we went to d same primary school nd were in d same class he was my crush I remembered last year when I dreamt of my primary school days I saw him in my dream nd I kip asking weda der we a different zikora he was also d 1st with norah nd so uncompetable he was so cute plumpy tall nd would always pack AL d price home at every graduation AL d aunty

    drink from his water bottle because of his neatness is so sad


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