So apparently, last semester we collected a get-well-soon contribution to visit an ill lecturer, didn't know how it went from there, the departmental leadership represented the whole of us, but last week in class I learnt of his demise when a lecturer was explaining on having an imaginative mind as a literary student, in-between random lists of instances that could spark creativity, she mentioned the name of the lecturer I thought should already be on his feet by now, saying his case was a good tragic example of something to write about. 

Well... It just got me thinking, about how he had also been on similar settings all this life, with one example or the other on his lips to make students comprehend better, now he is being mentioned as a memory and a prompt for a tragic poem in a literature class. 

One day you're the one explaining life.

Another day, your life is the explanation.

Deep breath... 😔 

Life is... well... good. 

Bless his soul🕊️