I do not intend to belabor the
sad incident since everyone who matters is distraught and disoriented but
someone’s feeling can never be mine so I just deem it appropriate to state the
way I see and feel about the sudden and untimely loss of a dear friend.
Even though we all know death is
inevitable and could come calling any moment from now but somewhere in our
thoughts, we find ourselves indestructible, invisible and immuned to ominous
death until it pips one of us. I must
say I was frozen in my seat after a hard days hustle when I heard the sad news
of the passing away of Nana Turkson aka Bertrand King. I felt a lot of indescribable
things at the same time but the highlight of it all was my inactivity until I finally
managed to heave a long sigh.
I have not met the young man in
flesh before but I can conveniently say we are friends because we have
interacted on so many occasions here on social media for the past 8years. It all began after being Facebook friends when I slid into his
inbox one afternoon. I needed help and found it convenient to contact him
because of his strategic standing in the entertainment space. I was struggling
with one of the many things I wanted to do with my life, music. I wanted to be
a musician and seeing his in-depth know-how in the game and his web of network,
I did not hesitate to contact him just so he can listen to my demos and take it
from there.
We found out we gelled on other
things than music and have been chatting since. Even though he was mostly in
the eye of the public, he comes as a shy person. He was respectful, affable,
patient and thoughtful. He was helpful, humorous and dependable. He would come
to my inbox from time to time to ask me how I was doing with my music or when I
publish a note he found thoughtful. The last time he asked of my music endeavor
was on the 15th of July which happens to be my birthday, when I told
him about how that ship had wrecked long time ago and I have since counted my
loss. Did he like it, no? But I was quick to tell him that I was young and naïve
then and we both laughed and bade each other good bye until whence.
I considered him as a big brother
because of how he comes checking up on me and how I was faring. It meant a lot
to me and thankfully I made it known to him while he could still feel it. I told
him about his amazing persona while he was still prowling this dog-eat-dog
world. I must say I have learnt a lot from him and to give myself some closure for his inability to bade a goodbye, it is only right that I dedicate
this lines of mine to him.
Why death
antagonizes life, I don’t know
Why must death
always have the last say?
No matter what
time in life, it makes us pay
Deep within
its recesses, life is shallow
Always living
behind sorrow
Yesterday you
were here, today it’s all memories
The ef sound in
death deflated your bubbly life
Dimmed your
light when it wasn’t even twilight
Though
speechless, may the yonder treat you kindly
And keep your
gentle soul until we meet again
We will miss you Nana Turkson aka Bertrand King
Rest in Peace.
Nante Yie!
Writer tweets @vilejah