My phone went at 8.30p.m, Ziim was having dinner. Ideally she should be asleep, but not today. She has been stooling and I was not sure what to give her for dinner. My mind was on taking her to the hospital tomorrow if the stooling continues. I decided to make oats for her, added a bit of honey the way she likes it. She was eating when this call came in. I did not recognize the number, but I picked the call all the same.
It’s mummy Efe. She is calling to tell me that Efe passed on this morning!!
Efe was a child in the CpCenter up untill March last year. I remember the first time I met him, it was the first Saturday in the month of November 2009, about 6.30p.m. I remember exactly how he was, a nanny was attending to him. When I started the CpCenter in 2010, I encouraged the parents to bring him for therapies. They did, but stopped after a while due to distance.
December, 2011, his parents came with him to say hello, they brought a basket of Xmas hampper. How was I to know that it was the last I would see him
What happened? Does it matter? He is dead, gone to be where there are no pains. I doubt if he will need any form of therapy there.
Farewell dear child! Rest in Peace.