HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIYO
I lost my friend and all I wanted was just for one moment, the world to stop as my heart stopped, and hurt like I hurt. I wanted everyone to feel like I felt, cringe and be ugly because it felt ugly from where I stood. It was the way he left... there seemed nothing beautiful about the scene.
The moment he fell out of the sky I wondered “how?” and deep down I prayed that from the wreckage he would dust off the ashes. He would say the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob did not let him to slip into the unending... at least not yet.
Hmmm!!! It was not to be... he was gone.
Maybe I was wrong to think like that and probably I don’t know what the end was like to him but in my moment of grief and pain I could not take it. I did not desire solace or beautiful epistles, I did not want the ‘God gives and God takes’ talks, I could care less for comfort, I just wanted my friend back. I wanted him to pick up that damn phone. I wanted it to be someone else and in the long unending wait, I prayed for it to be anyone else. I wasn’t ready... I’m still not there yet.
As a pilot of the Nigerian Airforce, he always flew beneath the skies in a metal aircraft but he would always come back to ground. In this last flight, he could not be carried in a metal aircraft again, he flew beyond the sky, he left only the metal to land... he never came back to ground.
If you knew Piyo, you’d know he always wore his gospel beads. It was significant to him because of what it meant in his journey to finding him is purpose. On pearly grounds, the last bead signifies and now on pearly grounds he walks, in eternity.
Lead on oh king, lead on Piyo Bitrus Henry Piyo.
You surely were the best of us.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIYO
I lost my friend and all I wanted was just for one moment, the world to stop as my heart stopped, and hurt like I hurt. I wanted everyone to feel like I felt, cringe and be ugly because it felt ugly from where I stood. It was the way he left... there seemed nothing beautiful about the scene.
The moment he fell out of the sky I wondered “how?” and deep down I prayed that from the wreckage he would dust off the ashes. He would say the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob did not let him to slip into the unending... at least not yet.
Hmmm!!! It was not to be... he was gone.
Maybe I was wrong to think like that and probably I don’t know what the end was like to him but in my moment of grief and pain I could not take it. I did not desire solace or beautiful epistles, I did not want the ‘God gives and God takes’ talks, I could care less for comfort, I just wanted my friend back. I wanted him to pick up that damn phone. I wanted it to be someone else and in the long unending wait, I prayed for it to be anyone else. I wasn’t ready... I’m still not there yet.
As a pilot of the Nigerian Airforce, he always flew beneath the skies in a metal aircraft but he would always come back to ground. In this last flight, he could not be carried in a metal aircraft again, he flew beyond the sky, he left only the metal to land... he never came back to ground.
If you knew Piyo, you’d know he always wore his gospel beads. It was significant to him because of what it meant in his journey to finding him is purpose. On pearly grounds, the last bead signifies and now on pearly grounds he walks, in eternity.
Lead on oh king, lead on Piyo Bitrus Henry Piyo.
You surely were the best of us.