Hi Mboge!
Your tribute is indeed very touching. May the Almighty grant Mbye
Jannah and give you the strength to continue coping with the loss. Life
is full of trials and tribulations. Just learn from the trials and and
use the lessons to strengthen yourself in the future. Use the beautiful
memories you have shared with us for motivation. Have a good night.
Buharry.
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Date: 2009-05-14 14:02
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Subj: [>-<] In Rememberance of My Dearest Brother
*Remembering My brother who answered to the Creator?s call one year ago
on
May 15, 2008 *
* Mbye Baboucarr Mboge-(Rest In Glorious Peace*)
Dear Mbye,
I know you are watching over me and wishing all the best for me from
the
heavens. I just want to say thank you for all the beautiful memories.
Friday, 15 May 2009 will be one year since you left us. The Creator,
The
Most Merciful who gave us the chance to have encountered your beautiful
character and kind-heartedness decided to take you away from us at the
appointed time. I am thankful to the Almighty Allah for letting me
enjoy
your company for a while. I wish he?d let you be around a bit longer
but he
knows best and I pray that his mercy be bestowed on you aplenty as well
as
our parents whom you?ve joined in heaven.
I am still not over the reality that no more will I hear your hearty
laugh
and wicked sense of humour when the phone rings. I have no one to
share my
joys and sadness the way I did with you, Mbye. I will never be over
the
fact that you are gone forever and I shall not see you again in this
world.
I do not want to be over the idea that it will only be in another
setting we
shall meet. I pray the Almighty will keep us together eternally
whenever we
meet again. I get glimpses in my dreams of your beautiful smile and
the
echo of your voice saying ?afairla, bro afairla? accompanied by a
throaty
giggle.
It was a bright Thursday morning, the sky was blue in Oslo and I was
indulged in some trivia that I cannot recall now. At the back of my
mind
jostling were thoughts of what kind of illness you were suffering from
and
how you were getting on. I was anxious and at the same time deeply
annoyed
that there was nothing I can do. I was faintly hopeful that you were
getting better. The fact that I was told the medical establishment in
Gambia were unable to detect what was wrong with you and that you will
have
to go across borders to get help disturbed me. The wrong diagnosis and
the
wrong prescriptions you were given made me wonder how many more will
meet
the same fate as you.
Whilst convulsing in these anxious thoughts, suddenly, I saw my
telephone
flashing with a familiar number displayed on the screen, I knew
something I
didn?t want to hear was going to be conveyed. I stared at the ringing
phone
and was dazed for some moments before summoning the courage to pick it
up. I
answered and the voice of Cousin Pa Omar (Damel) Faal came through, and
he
said to me: ?Mbye is gone?, at that very second I felt my heart sinking
in
sorrow and I felt an inexplicable hollowness inside. Gloom took over
and
overwhelmed me. Tears started pouring out of my eyes. My little
princess
Olimata Mboge (moms namesake), gazed at me, wondering why my eyes were
wet
with tears. With her swift gait very similar to her sister?s (Aminata
Mboge), she came and sad on lap. God bless her, kids as always think
their
parents are superhuman so it was puzzling and strange for her to see
tears
rolling down her dad?s cheeks. I looked at her and tried to explain
that
Uncle Mbye has died but no sound came out. Instead, she dabbed the
tears
from my eyes with soft sheets of tissue paper and gave me a hug and
said to
me in Norwegian ?Deg gå bra, Papa? (It?s gonna be alright, Dad).
From that shattering phone call on May 15, 2008 and my subsequent visit
to
your resting place next to our beloved mother-Olimata Sarr (may her
soul
Rest In Peace), things have not been the same. My thoughts about many
things and about people are blurred and convoluted. These days, I have
less
faith in the human species. Wariness about who is real or not has
taken
over the way I relate with people. Having clear thoughts has become an
everyday struggle. I know you will say to me chill and just pray and
to
keep faith, but to tell you the truth, I am pissed off and
disillusioned,
hopefully God will forgive me.
I am often in a state of anger and anxiety since you left. I have
chosen to
become rather reclusive which I think is the best way to avoid going
completely nuts. My demeanour has altered. Your departure to heaven
has
made me realise who are my real friends and family. I have been naive
about
these things. I have decided I rather eat shit and go to hell than
deal
with hypocrites and scum calling themselves family and friends. It is a
shame that this world prefers liars and deceitful people than
otherwise.
Liars and pretenders are revered, praised and glorified whilst those
minding
their business and have no ill-will towards anyone and trying to do
good
against all odds are chastised and chided for nought. These hypocrites
pretend to be followers of Islam and what have you. You see them
talking
about being Godly and preaching about all kind of Sunna and Farata yet
they
are the greatest scummy vermin that have ever set foot on this earth.
I
hope you will forgive me but I am sure you understand where I am coming
from
because we spoke about these kinds of things when you were around.
Mbye, when you were taken to Dakar and finally admitted at Hospital
Fann,
you were less worried than me given the state of your health at the
time. I
pestered you with so many calls to check how you were doing and you
told me
that it is all good. Rather than thinking of yourself whilst admitted
in
hospital you were so worried about me that you had to ask a cousin of
ours
in Sweden to tell me to relax. You were full of optimism and vigour.
Even
at the last moment, you were able to make people laugh and your sense
of
humour was simply beautiful. Mbye, I miss the shared laughs and the
funny
banter I use to have with you even though we had not seen each other
for
nearly a decade before you said goodbye to this world. I could always
count
on your unconditional love, understanding and encouragement on whatever
I
told you I was trying to do. Your sincerity and friendship as well as
brotherly love have been a source of strength to me.
Mbye, my beloved brother, you never showed or sounded in any way that
you
were about to go forever when we spoke on Wednesday 14 May 2008, the
day
before you departed this world. Mbye *?Betta ghama, ndeketeh yo bes
boobay
moi bu mujah bu maa wahtaana yoow, ndeysan dommi Adama hamut daara?*.
You
were always dignified and stood tall among your peers. You were hard
working and dedicated to your children. Mbye, perhaps it was best you
left
because you had little tolerance for pretentiousness. What?s more
Mbye, you
were appreciative and humble. You loved and cared for fairness, loyalty
and
the truth, never yielding to pettiness and perfidiousness. Mbye,
thanks for
being Mbye. I am sure you are at peace and happier in the heavens.
Mbye, you are in my thoughts 24/7. I know you would have said: *?Mr
Mboge
as you fondly called me; you know you?re not the first one to have lost
a
loved brother and won?t be the last?; of which I would have replied:
?Yes I
am aware of that, no lectures please, it is simply that one cannot let
go
just like that if ones best friend is gone forever and that friend
happens
to be your brother?.* I feel a deep sense of lose and sadness towards
your
departure from this wicked world, and it is really painful. I am not
despairing but the disappointment about the lies, fake friendships and
hypocrisy of family relations I came to realise has jolted me. The
feeling
of emptiness of your leaving forever, is even stronger than what I felt
when
both Mom and Dad left us. I really feel empty.
Mbye, you were not only a brother but a friend. I miss you a lot and
there
are moments I just wish that the demiurge should let me join you in
heaven
right away.
You?ll always be with me as long as blood is flowing through my body
and as
long as I breathe you shall be in my mind.
*Brother Mbye Baboucarr Mboge -Rest In Perfect Peace, Yalna Sooff
Seyydeh,
Yalna Arjannah di sa noflayy. *
Bye, brother ?til we meet again.
Your brother,
*Momodou Olly Mboge
Dublin, Rep. of Ireland*
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