I had been pestered severally my friends to continue with my
blogging. And the constant thoughts in my mind had been "but there’s really
nothing to write about".
I was stunned for a few seconds, then anger followed,
closely chased by some feeling I cannot define.
People touch your lives and you forget simply
because the wind of success has carried you someplace else.
People who helped shape the part of the success you toe
today. Part of that anger I originally felt was for me.
Mr Emeka was a part of Engreg High School, and EHS was a part of my past. I honestly do not know how to feel.
Truly
people die and memories become old. But those who helped you reach your present
stage in life should not be forgotten.
Mr Emeka, I hope you know you touched lives, and you left
them better than you met them.
Thank you for demystifying mathematics, thank you for making
me believe I can do much more better than I did.
I hope you rest among the angels. You could be an angel
yourself, help them calculate the rights and wrongs of this world.
Sleep in the bosom of the lord.
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