Bukola Olafenwa

It was Friday morning, March 31, 2017. It clocked a bitter reality that bereavement visited five days earlier. The worst, permanently done was to be affirmed. Dawn was sober. Grief was written boldly on its tearful face, coupled with the obvious that whispers of the air suggested doom, which the sun saw and hid itself behind the clouds for as long as daybreak lasted as an exhibition of its sympathy and solidarity. The earth was moved to a devastating quake. It stared, frowned, obviously aggrieved by the call of the unquestionable, the unstoppable, to one of our very young, vibrant, gentle, lovely priceless jewels, Taiwo Oyejola, to embark on an inevitable eternal journey to the beyond meant for the aged only. It was grossly untimely and most unfortunate that she heeded the inescapable summon on March 27, 2017 after a brief illness. Ruin was so disrespectful of the girl’s living age such that it shortened her lifespan abruptly to the disappointment of one and all. The incident, th...