Hmmm, what a saddest experience though, now let me share mine with you about my Uncle. He was a civil defence officer who live in Calabar. I went there for holidays because he was my name sake. When I was there, he had an injury on his leg. It wasn't serious though as he always run some oil(believing that God will heal him). You know this army and police boot, it's heavy and tight, so he use the injury to go to work which makes the wound to expand.

He told my dad but by dad insisted he should come to the village so that they can arrange a local herbs for him but he didn't listen. Few months later, the wound keep expanding till he can no longer wore his boot to work, but still he didn't want to come to the village. He went to the hospital, their church, using Olive oil to run on it. Hmmm it didn't end well. The person that use to be fat like orobo became a skeleton and at last he could no longer move the leg.

That's when he decided to come to the village. Maybe he thought the church and the Olive oil is not useful again. He was brought to the village and my father arranged for immediate local herbs and medicine for him but it was too late. That's faithful day, I try it hard to forget because it was like a dream to me.

When I woke I went to greet him and I also told him about the bicycle I bought recently. Since I was preparing for school, I told him when I come about I will gist him about it. He smiled and say no problem.

So throughout the day I was happy even when in school. As soon as the school closes, I rush home immediately to meet him. But as soon as I reach the compound they were people gathering around with some loud noice. I saw everyone crying but I couldn't wait to ask why they're crying because I was already preparing to have a moment with my namesake my uncle. When I enter the room he was covered with blanket. I was like: are you not feeling heat uncle with blanket? No response. Maybe he's sleeping, I went closer then removed the blanket from his face. He wasnbot breathing. That was my face seeing a someone dead. I couldn't cry.

I didn't feel anything at that moment but later on, the memory of him keep on popping on my head. The person I can't forget. Death is the greatest enemy for mankind. But you know what, I have hope that one day you'll meet our love one again. So my dear, I cannot say you stop crying because you need to when want to, it's not a bad thing to cry. But remember that our lovely creator have a better Future for all of us including our love one who have died.

Take care buddy.