But why?
Why is it that good things don’t last?
Why is it that kind and honest people always die at unripe ages?
Why is it that those old people begging to die always live while the young-bodied young people always die?
Why is it that Mama Chinedu’s mother, Basil Obochi, and the rest of the others could allow Mama Chinedu to come to the land of the dead at this unripe age?
In any confused state, I can’t help but ask why.
Rest on my adviser. I will still be your daughter and your sister in heaven, where we can never be separated again.
Good night nwa Igbodo
Erochukwu Omeje
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