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JUSTICE ONUOHA AKACHI: My Unsung Hero Dies....
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| late Justice Onuoha |
Isioma (a mutual friend and
professional colleague Justice and I both met at the Nigerian Law School) had
called me at precisely 8:39 this Sunday morning and I was too engaged to pick
up.
Of course, I didn't read anything
sinister to the call because it's not unusual for her to call me on a Sunday
morning since we both attend the Abuja branch of the Common Wealth of Zion Assembly church popularly known and called COZA.
I had thought she wanted to ask if I
would be in church for the Sunday service.
By the time I became less busy, I
decided that there was no need to return her call; the service must have commenced in earnest and
so, I resolved to call her much later in the afternoon.
I therefore continued with my
online streaming of the church service.
But before I could return her call
as resolved, I saw Isioma's call again at about 12:43pm and I picked.
The discussion went thus:
"Isi... (as I fondly call her),
I missed your call, sorry o, I dey Benin, I didn't come to church today”
"Prestige, how far? I get
bad news o". She responded.
When she talked about bad news, I
thought of several things within seconds. And somehow, I knew it was death
related news!
But my mind never went to
Justice (or Justus) our mutual friend.
Then, she gave me the big bad
news. It was like a blow under the belle.
Perhaps it would have been
better to receive the late pugilist, Muhammed Ali's blow than the bad
news.
Isioma's news was like a deadly blow
and it was shocking, devastating and heart wrecking.
"Justus is dead!" she
continued.
| Late Justice Onuoha |
I pretended I didn't hear her
properly.
"What did you say?"
"I said Justus is
dead"
I laughed and said "how can you
say that Isi?" it wasn't a question really, it was more of a
comment.
"Justus died on Friday in a
motor accident on his way to Owerri."
I went numb; for a moment, I
couldn't breathe.
But I could hear Isioma's
"hello," "hello..." from the other end.
I was unable to answer and after a
while, the line went dead!
Tears flowed freely like water fall.
But I didn't believe my dear friend, Justus was gone!
I paused for while, brought out my
handkerchief and wiped my tears.
I decided to dial his phone number
and the network was unusually too good this afternoon in Benin as within some
micro seconds, the call went through.
I silently prayed that I will hear
Justus' amiable and lively voice.
He often calls me 'Presido' and for
the first time, I sincerely craved to hear him say "Hello Presido or
Presido, how far?", as it is typical of him.
That never came. Rather, I heard a
female voice who later introduced herself as his immediate younger
sister.
I broke down, urging her to pass on the
phone to Justus as I must speak with him.
It was as if my heart was about to
drop as I was breathing very fast!
All I heard from the downcast and
terribly feeble and dejected voice was that "Justice's corpse is in the
mortuary."
I shouted and the tears freely
rolled down my eyes again.
I couldn't even console the young
lady.
I couldn't say anything coherent. I
wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't form. I uttered nothing for a while as
words would not come out and I sensed that the lady tried to remain calm and
bear with me.
Perhaps, she understood the shock.
I took a deep breath and introduced
myself as Justus' friend and former roommate at the Nigerian Law School.
I chatted with her briefly in low
tones and highly inaudible manner, getting as much information as
possible.
"When is the burial and how is
your mum" I enquired.
"We will not keep him in the
mortuary for long. My mum is here" she said.
I didn't tell her to 'accept my
sincere condolence' as people normally say.
I didn't want to tell her that
on account of a friend and a great roommate during my law school days in Bwari,
Abuja.
Besides, it's a personal loss,
a colossal loss at that.
Rather, I told her very confidently
that Justus will make heaven.
"He would make heaven", I emphasized.
And I ended the call.
Yes, he would make heaven because I
believe in the existence of Heavens and hell and Justus was a godly young man,
a very godly man. A die-hard optimist, full of life and tall dreams.
I will continue this tribute later.
Am so very weak, sad and worn-out right now.
Rest on man, rest on….

