06-08 2020 13:56
wrote:
My Best Friend, Henrietta
Upon my arrival at the hospital on that fateful Tuesday, July 14 that would forever remained hatefully memorable i met you expectedly lively, hearty, hilarious and chatting freely with the nurses and attendant nothing around you showed that somebody's life was about to be snuffed by the Cold hand of death in the next few minutes.
You indeed requested for a new hairdo and I stepped out innocently to fetch the choice material and stylist.
Was i deceived, could i have disobeyed you, how i wished i did disobey you perhaps if I did it would have change the course of fate and saved me from the severe heartache and nightmare I'm going through right now. could i ever forgive myself for heeding to your request.
Behold what a twist of fate that has made me inconsolable upon return that the same cheerful nurses i left you with a few minutes ago would become cold and practically barred me from re-entering the ward to hand over the hairdo material you graciously requested. Effortlessly, i resisted the nurses but they would not bulge rather coldly and sternly mooted that you were gone. Gone to where, i shouted at them, I pushed forward but all the time was held back and the situation has remained the same ever since the dark Tuesday.
I bluntly refused the nurses doing anything on your body as far as I'm concerned you may have gone into a coma and would come around it with some expertly medication. Not even the simplest act of pulling the bedsheet over you. I told the nurses a capital NO because you were not dead but in a coma and would soon regain consciousness.
I waited, a pensive waiting, hoping and praying at same time for some miracles and no thanks to the on-going three day strike embarked upon by the resident doctors at the time coupled with the eternity it took to convince one of the consultant to confirm you dead. The consultant whom I so much pinned the last hope to announce that the nurses were wrong almost immediately killed my world by confirming the obvious.
Instantly, my world crumbled and collapsed upon me, Hetty, I was shouting on top of my voice, you couldn't die, you could not leave, who were you leaving me with in this hateful world.
As far as I know Hetty was the only friend, sister and confidant i have in the whole world.
Hetty, I'm still with your hairdo material and I have refused to let go of the stylist, I'm still waiting for you to wake up from your deep slumber so that i would give your hair the exact style you wanted.
Hetty, you are staying too long in waking up, please i know you could not hurt a fly, and I know you would not want to be unfair and unkind to me knowing that i might not be able to pick the pieces of my life. If you stayed the way you were, now you understand how difficult it has been and it may not be going away soon.
How do i describe the most selfless person I know? How do I begin to recount the dozens of players she helped, the people she inspired, the lives she touched? This is a woman who donated her time and talents to the growth of women football. Multiples times a year, for free because she felt called to do so.
How I can help you? I can't be the only person who heard Henrietta say those words over and over again. no expectation of anything in return
To call a giver doesn't do her justice, Giving was simply part of her nature, a portion of her soul.
Hetty was a mother, a sister, a friend, a woman of faith, a defender of those in need, a fighter, a brilliant, talented journalist. Someone i can honestly say made me and a lot of people better
I guess you departed the scene too short a time. However my consolation is that you lived the short time meaningfully.
Men and women have been attesting to your good deeds. Heaven, too where you rest at the moment equally attest to your saintly mien.
Rest on dearest sister till we meet to part no more, adieu.
Tessy nwoke
06-08 2020 13:56
wrote:
My Best Friend, Henrietta
Upon my arrival at the hospital on that fateful Tuesday, July 14 that would forever remained hatefully memorable i met you expectedly lively, hearty, hilarious and chatting freely with the nurses and attendant nothing around you showed that somebody's life was about to be snuffed by the Cold hand of death in the next few minutes.
You indeed requested for a new hairdo and I stepped out innocently to fetch the choice material and stylist.
Was i deceived, could i have disobeyed you, how i wished i did disobey you perhaps if I did it would have change the course of fate and saved me from the severe heartache and nightmare I'm going through right now. could i ever forgive myself for heeding to your request.
Behold what a twist of fate that has made me inconsolable upon return that the same cheerful nurses i left you with a few minutes ago would become cold and practically barred me from re-entering the ward to hand over the hairdo material you graciously requested. Effortlessly, i resisted the nurses but they would not bulge rather coldly and sternly mooted that you were gone. Gone to where, i shouted at them, I pushed forward but all the time was held back and the situation has remained the same ever since the dark Tuesday.
I bluntly refused the nurses doing anything on your body as far as I'm concerned you may have gone into a coma and would come around it with some expertly medication. Not even the simplest act of pulling the bedsheet over you. I told the nurses a capital NO because you were not dead but in a coma and would soon regain consciousness.
I waited, a pensive waiting, hoping and praying at same time for some miracles and no thanks to the on-going three day strike embarked upon by the resident doctors at the time coupled with the eternity it took to convince one of the consultant to confirm you dead. The consultant whom I so much pinned the last hope to announce that the nurses were wrong almost immediately killed my world by confirming the obvious.
Instantly, my world crumbled and collapsed upon me, Hetty, I was shouting on top of my voice, you couldn't die, you could not leave, who were you leaving me with in this hateful world.
As far as I know Hetty was the only friend, sister and confidant i have in the whole world.
Hetty, I'm still with your hairdo material and I have refused to let go of the stylist, I'm still waiting for you to wake up from your deep slumber so that i would give your hair the exact style you wanted.
Hetty, you are staying too long in waking up, please i know you could not hurt a fly, and I know you would not want to be unfair and unkind to me knowing that i might not be able to pick the pieces of my life. If you stayed the way you were, now you understand how difficult it has been and it may not be going away soon.
How do i describe the most selfless person I know? How do I begin to recount the dozens of players she helped, the people she inspired, the lives she touched? This is a woman who donated her time and talents to the growth of women football. Multiples times a year, for free because she felt called to do so.
How I can help you? I can't be the only person who heard Henrietta say those words over and over again. no expectation of anything in return
To call a giver doesn't do her justice, Giving was simply part of her nature, a portion of her soul.
Hetty was a mother, a sister, a friend, a woman of faith, a defender of those in need, a fighter, a brilliant, talented journalist. Someone i can honestly say made me and a lot of people better
I guess you departed the scene too short a time. However my consolation is that you lived the short time meaningfully.
Men and women have been attesting to your good deeds. Heaven, too where you rest at the moment equally attest to your saintly mien.
Rest on dearest sister till we meet to part no more, adieu.
Tessy nwoke