I
wrote this tribute for the funeral programme for Cynthia Osokogu at the
behest of her friend and her mother who have never met me. It was the
hardest thing I have ever written in my life and an honor. Below my
tribute is a vote of thanks from Cynthia's friend, Aishatu Ella an
amazingly loyal friend.
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I never met Cynthia.
When
I first saw Cynthia's picture I thought; what a pretty girl. I looked
again, saw the words saying she was missing my head started to hurt, and
my imagination went berserk. I read each update about Cynthia from what
I like to call, the corners of my consciousness, as if not confronting
bad things can make them untrue. I was afraid for this girl, and I was
afraid for her family.
Somewhere in between the fear and
the search and the finding Cynthia became the focal point for a national
conversation with big words and loud voices. Nigerians were generally
horrified and empathized, but some of these voices developed their own
version of Cynthia. A version that deserved it. The way many young women
are often told they particularly deserve the bad things that can and do
happen to practically anyone in this place. Maybe, in trying to make
sense of a senseless murder, it became necessary to cling to all the
reasons why it happened to her, and will not happen to us. But we can't
distance ourselves from a terrible crime in a precarious country by
holding up comfortable versions of Cynthia as our talisman. I was angry
at the mean percentage as I like to call them, but failed to realize that
just like me, they may deal with fear by distancing.
I posted a
link to a story after she died with a warning for people to be careful
using facebook. Her friend pointed out the insensitivity of my posting
and I argued, then apologized, took down the link, read what Aishatu,
Cynthia's friend had to say about her and promised to share it to as
many people as possible. I still didn't get it until I read what she
wrote.
I read Aishatu's write up and I cried.
I cried because Cynthia was humanized by her friends words. I finally saw her.
I cried because I had reduced her to a cautionary tale on the safe use of facebook and I was ashamed.
I cried because I saw her mother in those words.
I cried because Cynthia the person got lost in the weight of our fears, prejudice, judgments and even our good intentions.
I cried at the sheer waste of it all.
I
cried because I recognized her story. She was a young woman who wanted
to be somebody. She had her first degree, was working on her master's
degree, was running a shop, had been selling clothes since age 19, had
brothers, parents, friends, dreams... a life. A life taken so soon.
I cried because in this country we all are Cynthia and we are too frightened or blind to see it.
I never met Cynthia. I am honored her mother asked me to write a tribute for her baby. And yes that made me cry as well.
I pray her family knows peace. Cynthia was a great girl and always will be.
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THANK YOU NOTE BY AISHATU ELLA
What
do I say to God except Thank You? Thank You Lord for the opportunity of
meeting and sharing time with one of the most beautiful people (in and
out) in the world, Late Cynthia- Valerie Udoka Osokogu. I am very
fortunate to have had a friend and Baby sister like Cynthia.
I want to use this opportunity to say a Big thank You to Nuhu Fulani Kwajafa , Your care, love and support through all this and your quest for the truth, God bless you My Brother.
I
also say a big Thank you to Uncle Sola Kuti, who insisted I write about
Cynthia and Clear the air, Thank You and May God Continue to increase
you in wisdom and Honor, You shall be the head and Not the tail.
Kayode
Ogundamisi, What can I ever say or do to appreciate you? God who sees
in secret will reward you Openly, Aunty Pamela Braide who in an amazing
woman and worthy role model, God bless you, Soni Akonji, Anty Evelyn Onyilo , God will grant you all the desires of your heart.
Uncle Emman Shehu, If not for you, hmmm, I am on my knees, praying for you every day, You kept the media positive, God bless The Nation Newspaper, who from day one never got carried away with
sentiments. From day one you never humanized Cynthia; not worried about
selling papers with half-truths but seeking the truth and showing
Cynthia as a daughter, sister and friend. Mr. Yusuf Idegu of the Nation
Newspaper Jos, I cant thank you enough, You are an amazing man.
Members,
Choir and Youth Group of Saint Murrumbas Catholic Church Jos, God
bless you for giving you friend and Sister in Christ a wonderful
Farewell. There she was confirmed into the catholic church and there she
worshiped till she died, thank you. St. Dominics Catholic Church Agbor, Members of her age group who turned out in their hundreds for a beautiful procession
Cynthia's Course-mates and friends,
All of you my friends who sent messages, tributes and called, God Bless and reward you and Keep you from harm.
To
the people who read our tribute and sent me friends request, loads of
them as i explained I am humbled by your gestures but I have been off
facebook for a while and i just reactivated my account due to Cynthias
disappearance and Death, it will be a diservice to accept you and
disappear, Thank you for your understanding, prayers and Love.
There are so many more people who I may not have personally mentioned but believe me, I am saying thank you.
For
Cynthia's Killers, I pray for you that you find God and repentance even
as you have the chance to defend yourselves in court. I pray for you,
your families. Romans 12' 15 "do not repay evil with evil but repay evil
with good", It is well, Vengeance is for God.
To those
people who started rumors and half truths and carried it on even in the
face of glaring truth, I say God bless you and heal you of whatever deep
pain that has turned you to hateful, judgmental people who will assume
the worst of people you don't know and refuse to see or accept the
truth, May God heal your wounds, and open your eyes and heart to see
love and good in the least of your brethren.
The Nigerian Police
Force, God Bless you, In my 20 + years as a Nigerian, never have i seen
such efficiency and dedication. People say wrongly that it is because
Cynthia was a Generals daughter but i remind them of high profile murder
cases including that of a Chief Justice which 9 years on is still
unsolved. Cynthia had a pure, innocent and gentle spirit that is the
best explanation I can give in understanding the way everyone in one way
or the other connected to her murder has been rounded up in record
time.
For my country Nigeria, I pray for peace and
Justice, everyday families accross the county are mourning because their
loved ones die from preventable and man made causes: Accidents on bad
roads, fake tyres, fake drugs, insecurity, boko haram, armed robbery, so
many families are still in tears searching for their loved ones for
years not having closure of knowing if they are dead or alive. I pray
for Nigeria, Lord Heal our Land.
Please continue to pray
for Her family, Daddy Frank, Mummy Rita, Kenneth, Tony, Williams and
Oninye, a light has gone out of that family, No one can feel the loss
and pain they feel, only God can heal them.
Thank You all and God bless and protect you
By Aishatu Ella
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