The Diary Game. Unending Season 03 09/10/2021. Rest In Peace Uncle.

Hello esteemed bloggers and welcome to my first diary of the month of October. I would like to wish you all a happy new month. And I pray for good news to reach you at your various corners. Amen.

MORNING

It was a different routine today because I did not wakeup from bed this morning. I stepped down from a bus.😅😅 Yeap I was traveling all night. Men was it tiring! I had come for my uncle's funeral he died sometime in September a week to the very long lockdown so the funeral was postponed. I arrived Limbe at about 4am

Upon my arrival, I had to rush home so I get some sleep before 6am since it was going to be a long day. My sister and I headed home and all my efforts to sleep were futile. Only noise. All of my extended family members were there and none let me sleep. 😣

I managed to follow my sister to her in law's place so we could take a bath since the house was already crowded. After that I felt stronger. Rain kept on falling preventing us from leaving. When it had reduced a little, we came back to the main house. They'd returned from the morgue with the body and lain in-state already so they were taking it to the church.

I followed to the church and I was told I would take the readings. It was sure a surprise but.. what else would I do? I needed to get it done.

The gospel was on the story of how Jesus' friend Lazarus died and he went 4 days after. His sisters were not particularly happy with Jesus since they'd hoped he would come earlier to save their brother. But Jesus he still made a miracle.
What I learnt was the number of days Jesus stayed before showing up and he still remedied the situation. This taught me that it is NEVER too late for Jesus. Even in death. Let me end here before I begin a sermon session 😅😅😅

A few minutes to the end of the service,my sister and I left to the compound to get ourselves ready for the burial. We met with her in-laws and they carried us to the cemetery. The road was extremely slippery and muddy but we had to go.

That's how bad it was

Cars could not even go up. The body was taken out of the ambulance and held up on shoulders by some strong men. We followed till where the grave had been dug.

Uncle being put to rest😢. It was a very painful sight realising that I had seen him three years ago and the next time I was seeing him was a farewell. Yes I cried. Not much😅. I had to console my causin's and stay strong for them.
After the burial, we came back to the compound and started serving. It was still rainy but we needed to serve all the way.

Group people. Playing traditional instruments. The music from those instruments are magical. So refined you would think it's from a modern something. After that was time for the masquerades to dance. It was fun seeing them.

Seeing these dances gave the nostalgic feeling. I remembered when I was growing up and I used to be so scared of masquerades my brother would put me up on his neck to watch them dance. The villages have now turned to something else one cannot go there anymore without running the risk of being kidnapped or shot. Life🤦.

After the dance, mourners started departing so we had to take out the appreciation plates and share them.

It was a very tiring day for us all who worked to see it go through. Thank God it was a success. By evening I took my bath and found my way to one of the sitting chairs and slept. Oh! I had not eaten but I was not hungry so I just closed my eyes and.. boom!

Thank you for reading.