Margaret Orakwusi: Drowning Into Sleep in the Hope of Resurrection
MRS ORAKWUSI
THE DAY PRINCESS MARGARET ORAKWUSI CAN NO LONGER SMILE, SPEAK, EAT OR WALK, SHE ACTUALLY TRIED TO, BUT UNABLE, IT IS TIME FOR “DROWNING INTO SLEEP”, SURELY, A SLEEPING INTO HER DROWNING, BUT IN THE HOPE RESURRECTION.
In a trance, I saw Princess Margaret Orakwusi in a last hours of struggle in the order of a narrative:
It was a heavy hand pulled of Da Princess with a clear whispering “follow me, it is time to let go all, and let’s go”.
Da Princess hesitated, but eventually followed, moved gently towards what she had feared most, what she said she sees in the dreams before. More easily than she had imagined the hand that pulled her, she realized vanity is the world, and so looked back once again, then put up her usual smiles, her inviting eyes filled with tears.
The force in this hand pulling was so firm, hence, in the joint terrestrial journey before the phase of brown sand, behold a hovering and wandering in lowland, over tall green spartina, on topmost of mountains, upon non-equatorial trees, on estuarine waters, a swam in the oceans, a penetration of the storms & tempest, faced the subtropical air, unto a temperate zone, so hovered and wandered the soul.
Continuing in her terrestrial experience, was a quick remembrance of her classic and excellence of human physic running from her girlhood (elegant, beautiful and intelligent) to this solemn hour, surprisingly, out of breath she lighten up her face with her usual smiles again, and took on a faith of necessity to say in low voice, “I was blessed, hosanna in the highest heaven “, then she nodded with a deeper smile, “So far, so good, a naked stranger i was and her exit back as a stranger “.
Again came the flash back of earthly surgeon, of life events and memories of the industry activities, of finished and unfinished tasks, thoughts of good souls she is living behind, of those she called her shipmates, and she look down to behold the ports and the oceans beauty, but realized that, there was no sign of buoy, boat, building, bridges, noises of people and cranking of ports earth moving equipment, and conference halls and meeting rooms all silent, only then she wondered in realization that, there was an unseen hand pulling and she followed.
In a moment of realities, she recounted as she struggled with the realities before her, ‘as common to man, one way I came and exit through another way. If my dead reckoning was right, then my departure is my will, but why am hesitant to reverse this course?, Okay! She said, and sighs and then brilliantly smiled to herself and retorted, “Your will is your will and not my will, let it be done”.
She then, as in holding the microphone for the last time, she said: “O comrades, my pals come tell the industry story once again, this poor devil down the hall has howled itself out and unwilling to let go my hands. You all remember how it was in the industry, familiar strangers all the way in this industry spaceship, weightless as it were, just make ready to go outside. I went first, always thought it was someone else to go first. I now know the way, but don’t follow me too soon, no not now. More works to be done, do them before the hour”.
I wake from this trance, not knowing whether Princess Margaret Orakwusi has actually departed this restless earth or not. But reading through the industry news headlines as published, it is no longer a rumor, truly “Ada Di’ora Nma” has embarked on the journey of no return.
Ada Ndigbo, jee nke oma!!!!!
We see on the resurrection morning, of the day of the Lord.
The Maritime Industry greatly miss you. I
The thought of, no more cracking the igbo riddles on phone or at a fora, left me in shock.
Fwdr (Dr) Eugene Nweke Rff .
In a trance, I saw Princess Margaret Orakwusi in a last hours of struggle in the order of a narrative:
It was a heavy hand pulled of Da Princess with a clear whispering “follow me, it is time to let go all, and let’s go”.
Da Princess hesitated, but eventually followed, moved gently towards what she had feared most, what she said she sees in the dreams before. More easily than she had imagined the hand that pulled her, she realized vanity is the world, and so looked back once again, then put up her usual smiles, her inviting eyes filled with tears.
The force in this hand pulling was so firm, hence, in the joint terrestrial journey before the phase of brown sand, behold a hovering and wandering in lowland, over tall green spartina, on topmost of mountains, upon non-equatorial trees, on estuarine waters, a swam in the oceans, a penetration of the storms & tempest, faced the subtropical air, unto a temperate zone, so hovered and wandered the soul.
Continuing in her terrestrial experience, was a quick remembrance of her classic and excellence of human physic running from her girlhood (elegant, beautiful and intelligent) to this solemn hour, surprisingly, out of breath she lighten up her face with her usual smiles again, and took on a faith of necessity to say in low voice, “I was blessed, hosanna in the highest heaven “, then she nodded with a deeper smile, “So far, so good, a naked stranger i was and her exit back as a stranger “.
Again came the flash back of earthly surgeon, of life events and memories of the industry activities, of finished and unfinished tasks, thoughts of good souls she is living behind, of those she called her shipmates, and she look down to behold the ports and the oceans beauty, but realized that, there was no sign of buoy, boat, building, bridges, noises of people and cranking of ports earth moving equipment, and conference halls and meeting rooms all silent, only then she wondered in realization that, there was an unseen hand pulling and she followed.
In a moment of realities, she recounted as she struggled with the realities before her, ‘as common to man, one way I came and exit through another way. If my dead reckoning was right, then my departure is my will, but why am hesitant to reverse this course?, Okay! She said, and sighs and then brilliantly smiled to herself and retorted, “Your will is your will and not my will, let it be done”.
She then, as in holding the microphone for the last time, she said: “O comrades, my pals come tell the industry story once again, this poor devil down the hall has howled itself out and unwilling to let go my hands. You all remember how it was in the industry, familiar strangers all the way in this industry spaceship, weightless as it were, just make ready to go outside. I went first, always thought it was someone else to go first. I now know the way, but don’t follow me too soon, no not now. More works to be done, do them before the hour”.
I wake from this trance, not knowing whether Princess Margaret Orakwusi has actually departed this restless earth or not. But reading through the industry news headlines as published, it is no longer a rumor, truly “Ada Di’ora Nma” has embarked on the journey of no return.
Ada Ndigbo, jee nke oma!!!!!
We see on the resurrection morning, of the day of the Lord.
The Maritime Industry greatly miss you. I
The thought of, no more cracking the igbo riddles on phone or at a fora, left me in shock.
Fwdr (Dr) Eugene Nweke Rff .
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