Just when I thought I have lost enough of beautiful souls from my small circle of friends and family, I lost yet another last night to death again.
Luqman Sulyman was his name. You might have not heard or noticed him. That’s because he wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. But he had a golden heart that you won’t see unless you are close to his heart.
We met in a night bus on our way to serve the country and we became friends. He was the only friend I had for one whole year. It seem I had known him all my life.
After serving, I left but he stayed back to continue his good works. He was a humanitarian. He joined the campaign encouraging washing of hands. He was among those who stopped open toileting in the rural areas of Cross River State. He launched a campaign for better education and trained students on soft skills all for free.
He was someone I would seek advice from when I get stuck in the middle. He freely designed all my book covers, including books I haven’t written. I taught me how to spot the good in everyone. Till death, he liked and shared all my social media contents.
So I sit here thinking, “does someone like him deserve death?”
I have lost some good people to death recently. I have cried like never before over people that have a place in my heart and that is why I dedicated my 2020 Voices Journal to the ones death stole from us. And funny enough, Luqman Sulyman designed the cover again.
Join me in honouring the ones you loved but were stolen from you by stingy death. Share your experience, tell the story of your loved ones who you aren’t going to see for a long long long time.
We have to honour them, they deserve it. For details on how to contribute your poems visit www.voices.giftedminds.com.ng
Good night Luqman Sulyman. You will always be remembered. 😢