“Where is he exactly”?
“In heaven with God” was his reply.
“Give him our love if see you him, and tell him to keep in torch with us here, when he sees it fit to do so” Pius begged.
“It is a rough world you know, do not ever ask more” Uka cuts in.
Young Pius who had been so authoritative in his speech despite his age could not say anything further. His eyes got filled with tears and when he was about to speak something again, he choked. On a sudden impulse, he rushed at his mother and buried his head on her bosom. And for a moment there was an appealing intimacy among them both, as if they had revealed themselves to each other. Grief! Mother to a son, a grief they shared and understood. She held his head for brief moment, rubbing him to submission and using that opportunity to fight her tears away. He was the only one who felt the loss to the bone. The only one who could understand him had gone. As if he understood death, he hid his face, never wanting anyone to look into his eyes and wiping his tears away, looking up sideways and tried again to speak, he could not continue hiding his feelings and emotions at this passing moments and so he wept openly.  He cried again for the second time perhaps since his childhood. Children of the rich do not cry openly. There demands were always met before they cry. They don’t understand anything. They don’t understand Africa. They no longer risk their lives to earn daily bread. Their children belong to the regular society of the world. They eat and had throwaways. They bin a lot of useful items and foods because it was surplus.  Already the man who made him ask this question had been invited to declare open the program and so he left young Pius to the care of the many sympathizers who took him away.
The man of God with his broad, powerful face, covered with a bushy beard, high forehead, the hair receding prematurely and his strong compact body came in view. He was a modern pastor who could command a whole African crowed to be silent as he speaks to his ‘God’. He looked up the crowd and shouted his unending praises, thanking God for life and his mercies, for taking the dead away to the heaven from his love ones to God even though at a young age, raising arm high and making incantations in low tones in the tongue which few could understand. It was called speaking in tongues. These formalities over, he started his speech.
“It is sufficiently sad and totally condemnable that in politics, the good are the most vulnerable and the guaranteed casualties. All of us knew what the country passed through just few years ago and we are walking hard to rehabilitate and build new interests in our hearts, to renew our friendships and trust which we lost. It was not because of anything, but for the fact that we are seeking for change and to see how bad it was to live by sentiments, prejudice and prejudgment. Many are still young and are caught up in the tormented memories of the war. We need to allow the sleeping dog lie, to bury our shortcoming and sentiments which still lingers. We are only divided by boundaries and tongue, but we are one, one brotherhood meant to live and share love and trust. We could never ever allow a thing of that to come again. The scars of the recent war is slowly healing and now another tragedy which have been judged to be a conspiracy. Let us be reminded that God is not pleased with these. It shows betrayal of the conscience he gave us to see the result of anything bad we intend to do to harm others. That act is purely criminal and too bad to be called to mind, purely inhuman and disgraceful. It was a raw hatred in the name of politics and religion. For a man who was really selfless in his service, it saddened us to see all his efforts to this country over these years wasted in just one day. It is a pain to all hearts. The big heads who had the lords calling like me should see this incessant sentence from the Aviation Attorney General as an urgent and non-negotiable responsibility for the future of the ideal minds and icons. Death by such cruel and brutal manner would never be the solution of the long battled democracy. Politics in advanced kingdoms of the world is the game of the nobles and gentlemen who had been watched closely and trusted. Its rules apply to life and conscience than anything else. What then shall we say considering the many important souls that we have lost? We would soon go into an empty shell if we allow them all to waste.  In fact, if all the high minds are taken out from our midst, there would remain few who are novice to true governance and our demands would never be met. We do not subscribe to this. Let us as a matter of urgency bury our short comings and forge ahead for a better republic, set an example in collective conscience and wait for receiving the dividends of Lord’s patience and mercy. This catastrophe would have been averted, had our trained men in aviation carried out their duty whole-souled or lived up to their billing as we have always known. But being reminded of that would bring no relief. As for Mr. Zack, posterity I believe will remember him as truly great man praise the Lord. And you woman, many days in life present its many challenges. If you get yourself overwhelmed with sorrow, it will only be a cheap triumph for the devil. Guard your hearts. I believe this is a trial sent to you to test how strong you would be”.