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As the casket,was lowered finally,into the dug grave,every lip was sealed.Faces were bewildered.The crowes went mute.The silence that fell upon the graveyard was palpable.

 The sound of fallen leaves rustling over themselves could be heard.Flapping noises of vultures in flight hovering the atmosphere in search of shallow graves.It was
 Like watching the completion of a movie cast-anticipating  something different would come up,all stood with eyes agape.It was hard to believe.

 Every mourner ,kept their stare glued,to the casket.like in a silent prayer,each hesitating to dish out a handful of sand.The undertakers were becoming impatient;But the people insensitive to their plight,held their stare,with ears at alert ,as if anticipating a loud bang from within the box.A bang to show that she was still alive!A bang that never was heard.

 The preacher's voice sounded distant.Laying unheard,in the background of their distant thoughts.The burial hymn "till we meet again"sounded as though it was chanted by a person or two.They weren't convinced she had left,hence they hesitated to chant the words"till we meet again".

  The gravesite was a lake of black.The wide difference in the quality of the various fabrics was glaring;Mediocre to high quality suits,worn by the mourners.She had touched lives.lives of people,cutting across all classes of the social ladder.It was evident by this.

 There they stood,rooted to the spot.All the lives she had touched.Poor she was in the physical but rich in morals.Weak in body but yet strong in mind.
 She worked her fingers to  the bone to train her Reuben.He was her only son.The only inspiration to life.His future was the only silver lining in her dark cloud.

 She scrubbed the toilet floors so he could go to school.Wore rags to church,so she could save a few pennies to cloth him."Mma Engineer"she would call herself,when staring at the mirror.Soon my Reuben will graduate,she thought.Soon fate will smile towards her she believed,

  September 12 .That was the day .First class honors of the engineering class of 2014.Mr Reuben Oyeghamo,the top oil firms were biding .All wanted to have a taste of this new sensation .

 The arena was fun packed.Everyperson was joyous.But it was The university of Calabar .And in Calabar ,debts are paid,scores are settled.

 It started with gunshots.Sprayed, in the air.The vehicle sped too fast.The bullets came raining out of its windows.Everyone sank on their knees seeking cover,with elbows dug to the ground .

 Thirty seconds was all it took ,there she laid.Swimming lifelessly in a pool of her own blood.Some said it was a straying bullet,Others called it a mother,paying for the sins of an occultic son.

 Mama Theresa,was gone.Laboured tirelessly in the cuisine of life,and died when the meal was ready.All wondered;maybe it was the right time to meet the Creator in Heaven,but it was definitely a wrong time to die here on earth.
Adieu Mama Theresa Adieu Mma Engineer.

 FrankBambam

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