Until We Meet Again

It was a normal Friday

It was late in the night around 8pm

I was talking to a couple of friends via phone call to just do some checking in

“People are going through a lot even when we are laughing like this”

That was a Facebook post faith posted on Facebook

I was bit concerned and I phoned her to just do a check in

We talked about the sudden deaths which were happening around that time

First a student who killed himself on his birthday

A friend of ours who was well and died suddenly

And some other things

We felt sad about what was happening and asked ourselves why

After calling a couple of friends I called my girlfriend

“HI” I said

“Hey” she replied

“Do you know that Pastor Muyunda has passed away?”

I didn’t say a word for 5 straight seconds

I was speechless

Is this the pastor muyunda im thinking of?

Is this my dads closest friend

Is it another pastor I don’t know

“Hey have you head what I asked you?” my girlfriend interrupted my thought

“Sorry which muyunda” I asked

“Check my story on whatsApp” she replied

“I will call you tomorrow” I said

My heart was racing as I was going into whatsApp to verify what I was thinking

I was breathing heavily

I opened her whatsApp status and alas

It was him

It was my dads closest friend

It was who I thought it was

It was the man I have known closely for so many years

The man my whole family knew very well

The man who didn’t last 2 days without talking or my father

The man who wouldn’t last a month without vising us

I was in shock

I couldn’t think

Or do anything

After a few minutes I checked out other sources and confirmed the news

The church informed people

Being a Friday

The following day was a Saturday

And it was arranged that people will worship at the funeral house

My dad was the first person who can to my mind

How is he

Where is he

Which state is he in

This was followed by the thoughts of the pastors family

His son is in the US

How is his future

How will life be for the pastors daughters

The wife

The house he was building

What killed him

I felt so terrible I was in shock

I wanted to check on my father but I could not because I felt I should give him distance

I knew he received the bad news

As a matter of fact I’m sure he was even there when he crossed over to the other side

I phoned my mom and she did not respond

I assumed she is as well in a terrible state

I tried to sleep but I could not

I was still in shock

At 4am my mom called me

She was sobbing

She told me about the news and how her phone was off and everything

Turns out my dad was with him when he crossed over to the other side

And that was when he arrived at home

Hearing my moms voice I couldn't bare listening to her in such a state

I told her to sleep and we will talk alter’

Beep….

Beep…

Beep..

That was the sound of my phone ringing at 6am

It was my mom

I picked up

She tried to ignore what happened and asked me how school was

We talked here and there but we eventually went back to the core topic

The tragic pastors death

She talked about how his death is unknown

The family he left

The legacy he build

He talked bout how we should be ready for anything in this life

Just like the pastors death

Anything can happen

You will forever be in our memories

The work you build

Legacy you build

Family you left

Projects you left

All are in the hands of the almighty

Until we meet again