MY HEART-PAINED TRIBUTE

I hate to write about this because of how much pain it makes me feel. I remember hearing the news about his death from my dad who didn't know when he started shedding tears. He was a great man and person, a loving husband, so loving that a lot of people envied the way he took care of his wife and family. He didn't have much, but his family never lacked. I've known him since I was a child, and even then I saw how he treated his wife like a queen when others called her barren. They waited so long to have their own children until their two boys finally came, but unfortunately life was so unfair to have taken him at such a crucial time when his boys needed a father the most.

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His first son was only 12 years old, and the second son about 10 years old. I could see how his death took a toll on his wife who enjoyed her husband for all the years they were together. They were married for over 20 years and in all these years, this man taught me from afar that it was possible for a man to love his wife for that long and not find a reason to cheat on her. I learned how he related with other women when people weren't looking and he always showed his integrity every step of the way. To me he was more than a teacher, I learned things about life from him, things I wished my father taught me. My love for computers oriented him. He taught me computer basics after my Jss3 exams.

I was bad at it in the beginning, but he would always tell me I could do it. I watched how he shunned a lady who called me dumb because I didn't understand her pattern of teaching. He wasn't having a child then, but he was already a father. Later on I started picking up, and he was there to guide me at every step of the way. From there he introduced me to videography where I excelled tremendously. If I ever had a mentor in my childhood, he was definitely the one. At a point I promised myself that I would make him proud when I become successful with the skills he has taught me. But unfortunately I would not be able to fulfill that promise.

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The news of his death left me with a void that hasn't been filled to date. Sometimes I'm on my computer and remember the little tricks he taught me and how he made me memorize those computer shortcuts with love. Sometimes I even hear his voice when I'm on my computer and find it difficult to finish a task. He was one of the best persons that affected my life positively even in times I was going wild as a teenager. It's been four years now since he left us, not to covid, but to a sickness no one understood. They say it was spiritual, but I don't think that's important now. His last words were that he saw heaven and he was going to rest, so I believe he is resting. May your soul continue to rest in peace Mr Jordan.

THIS IS MY RESPONSE TO HIVE LEARNER'S PROMPT FOR WEEK 116 EPISODE 2