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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Pain / Problems / Adversity
- Published: 02/06/2014
The late last wish
M, from Lagos, NigeriaThe entire square was teaming with dense population of spectators who were all eager to witness the execution ‘ceremony’ of a notorious armed robber-turned militant. I’d had a brief talk with him in detention a while ago, and I almost recalled the good old days when we used to be together in the same struggle… for the right course anyway, until the federal government Amnesty initiative which convinced most of us into laying down our weapons for rehabilitation and employment. Although I did all I could to convince Didi to join me when I decided to accept the amnesty and join the navy, his mind was already made up to continue the good fight against the industrial oil exploitation of our people by the government and foreign oil companies.
While I was engaged with my rehabilitation and struggle with my newfound life in the service of my country, Didi was busy keeping the creeks busy with nightmarish invasions and kidnap of foreign oil factory workers and had already become a full fledged terrorist.
My heartbeat raced rapidly as the commanding officer gave his orders; “FIRE!!!” The soldiers were on their knees; my eyes were fixed on their poise with the long rifles… I watched them clench their triggers, the guns began talking. Suddenly I noticed a terrifying sight; Didi was staring at me as the bullets sunk into him splashing flesh and blood. Our eye balls glued, as though savoring a last minute reunion of the memories of our good old days in the creeks where we fought for the common good of our marginalized people. I could reminisce a clear replay of that fateful evening that I made known to him my intentions of laying down my arms for amnesty, I rued over his repugnant reaction that called me a traitor… I could still remember him declaring our enmity, and my puny voice trying effortlessly to persuade him further into joining my camp of ‘amnestees’.
On that day, I had tried every persuasive antic to convince him against his stand, yet he insisted on continuing the fight against the federal government, and as well broke links with me till this day. I was overwhelmed with the result of my reminiscence as my emotions watered my military eyes. Didi was already in shreds as the malignant bullets dissected his excellent figure, but I was glad he didn’t die totally… he left me with something so special, a parting gift to keep his memory alive as long as I hold breath... he left his last wish with me.
You must be wondering what his last wish was I guess? He wished he had accepted the amnesty; he wouldn’t have lived on-the-run all through his life time. He wished he had ignored his ego and had accepted the ‘freedom’ availed to him by the state pardon; he would have been like me today, walking the streets proudly free.
Sad memories of him watered my military eyes as I reminisced over the past. Yes, the past… it’s all in the past now. Today is here and the future is tomorrow. I think I should best speak of today and think about tomorrow… wait a minute, did I just say “think of tomorrow"? Sorry that’s wrong. I should plan tomorrow instead; but it doesn’t mean I can’t reference the past because it’s my past decisions that made me who I am today, although my only good fate is that I made the right choices, (subs), it’s a pity most people failed in that aspect… Didi failed also. I wish he had a second chance to re-choose, but such words do not exist in the dictionary of time. Our future starts with today, it is left for us to draw the grand plan for tomorrow for he who sows today reaps tomorrow.
Finally, I must not fail to point out that Didi again opened my eyes to a big mystery. The amnesty was free and condition-less, I accepted it, but my best friend Didi did not. Again, since I accepted it, I benefited out of it and was saved, but Didi is dead today because he abused his chance with fate. This story is reality. God sacrificed his only son Jesus Christ for the atonement of the sins of humanity. The grace is open to anyone who believes. Many have accepted the amnesty, but many yet choose to struggle with life, taking their destinies in their own hands.
However, God is merciful, he still beckons. Let he who is wise accept and be like me today.
The late last wish(Darlington Chukwunyere)
The entire square was teaming with dense population of spectators who were all eager to witness the execution ‘ceremony’ of a notorious armed robber-turned militant. I’d had a brief talk with him in detention a while ago, and I almost recalled the good old days when we used to be together in the same struggle… for the right course anyway, until the federal government Amnesty initiative which convinced most of us into laying down our weapons for rehabilitation and employment. Although I did all I could to convince Didi to join me when I decided to accept the amnesty and join the navy, his mind was already made up to continue the good fight against the industrial oil exploitation of our people by the government and foreign oil companies.
While I was engaged with my rehabilitation and struggle with my newfound life in the service of my country, Didi was busy keeping the creeks busy with nightmarish invasions and kidnap of foreign oil factory workers and had already become a full fledged terrorist.
My heartbeat raced rapidly as the commanding officer gave his orders; “FIRE!!!” The soldiers were on their knees; my eyes were fixed on their poise with the long rifles… I watched them clench their triggers, the guns began talking. Suddenly I noticed a terrifying sight; Didi was staring at me as the bullets sunk into him splashing flesh and blood. Our eye balls glued, as though savoring a last minute reunion of the memories of our good old days in the creeks where we fought for the common good of our marginalized people. I could reminisce a clear replay of that fateful evening that I made known to him my intentions of laying down my arms for amnesty, I rued over his repugnant reaction that called me a traitor… I could still remember him declaring our enmity, and my puny voice trying effortlessly to persuade him further into joining my camp of ‘amnestees’.
On that day, I had tried every persuasive antic to convince him against his stand, yet he insisted on continuing the fight against the federal government, and as well broke links with me till this day. I was overwhelmed with the result of my reminiscence as my emotions watered my military eyes. Didi was already in shreds as the malignant bullets dissected his excellent figure, but I was glad he didn’t die totally… he left me with something so special, a parting gift to keep his memory alive as long as I hold breath... he left his last wish with me.
You must be wondering what his last wish was I guess? He wished he had accepted the amnesty; he wouldn’t have lived on-the-run all through his life time. He wished he had ignored his ego and had accepted the ‘freedom’ availed to him by the state pardon; he would have been like me today, walking the streets proudly free.
Sad memories of him watered my military eyes as I reminisced over the past. Yes, the past… it’s all in the past now. Today is here and the future is tomorrow. I think I should best speak of today and think about tomorrow… wait a minute, did I just say “think of tomorrow"? Sorry that’s wrong. I should plan tomorrow instead; but it doesn’t mean I can’t reference the past because it’s my past decisions that made me who I am today, although my only good fate is that I made the right choices, (subs), it’s a pity most people failed in that aspect… Didi failed also. I wish he had a second chance to re-choose, but such words do not exist in the dictionary of time. Our future starts with today, it is left for us to draw the grand plan for tomorrow for he who sows today reaps tomorrow.
Finally, I must not fail to point out that Didi again opened my eyes to a big mystery. The amnesty was free and condition-less, I accepted it, but my best friend Didi did not. Again, since I accepted it, I benefited out of it and was saved, but Didi is dead today because he abused his chance with fate. This story is reality. God sacrificed his only son Jesus Christ for the atonement of the sins of humanity. The grace is open to anyone who believes. Many have accepted the amnesty, but many yet choose to struggle with life, taking their destinies in their own hands.
However, God is merciful, he still beckons. Let he who is wise accept and be like me today.
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