I hope not.
I wish you long life, with good health and all the blessings you desire and deserve.
But my friend Yemisi Agare Aiyenuyo can no longer have any of those.
My friend from University of Ibadan; my friend from Agbowo and Awo Hall; my friend Yemisi will never have long life. Never have all these things you pray and wish for.
At 12 O’Clock today, September 10, 2015, my friend Yemisi will be in the grave. Lowered six feet below, as the preacher reads those verses I’ve now become too familiar with.
At 12 O’Clock today, as you prepare to have your lunch, my friend’s husband and friends and siblings will be pouring dust on her casket.
My friend Yemisi is dead.
Today, I will not tell the story of how I met her through another amazing friend Ngozi Abamba. I will not tell the story of all the mischief of UI. Not telling the story of Yemisi’s kindness and generousity; of unpaid loans and unending favours.
I shall not bother you with a story today.
Maybe tomorrow when the pallbearers and pastors and preachers and mourners are gone.
Maybe tomorrow when my tears have dried and I can see clearer.
Maybe tomorrow when I’m awake and accept that my friend Yemisi is dead.
I’ll just smile. Smile like my friend Yemisi.
She’s dead. How about you?