Saturday, July 14, 2007

On A Day Like This

“On a cold April night three years ago, my teacher, the one who introduced me to funerals died a quiet death from cancer. His funeral was on a Wednesday, middle of the work week. I had been numb for days when, for some reason, during the funeral, I turned and looked back at the folks in the church. The memory of it still takes my breath away. The most human, powerful and humbling thing I’ve ever seen was a church at 3:00pm on a Wednesday full of inconvenienced people who believe in going to a funeral.

A million stories must have been said about him.”

Caesar Abangirah
On Second Thought
The Sunrise Newspaper (March 16th—23rd 2007)