Emele Francis Omumu
On Sunday May 19th , time on the wall says 17;56 and I was having an intercessory prayer in Church when I received an alert on my BBM, at first it vibrated ceaselessly but when it became too much, I had to excuse myself from the voice of the pastor and went outside. On my BBM contact list, I had to check the several notifications there in and the first I saw was from Ifeyinwa Asiwe, an old time classmate and friend right from my secondary school days. Curiosity drew my attention to her display picture and then there was the shocker
“RIP EMELE’. How? When? Where. I took out my other phone and called Ify, what’s the problem? What sort of joke is this? Before she could offer a credible answer, I had crashed her down with several instances of what I had been faced with over the past few months.- Isikwenu Oruaro, Vivian Osemiha,, Mrs Helen Udume, and now Emele? How? Gently she calmed me down and explained how it all happened,. Right there in front of the Church, my manliness’ was beaten down to a pulp, my courage shrank, my mood enveloped in utter disbelief as I let out a loud cry! Obviously the instruments playing in the church weren’t enough to swallow the cries I had let out and the doors flung open and wide. Right beside me were two brothers who came to my rescue to ask what was going on. Meanwhile before now, just some 20 minutes ago, before I had called Ifeyinwa Asiwe, the theme of our prayer request was “God Protect our families and close friends, Prosper them, and Pull them out from any difficulty they may find themselves in. I was scared of questioning the wisdom of God. I know he (God) knew what my questions were and that was- Why did you have to let my friend go like this!
Emele Francis Omumu
And when those brothers in church asked me what was wrong, they never believed till they saw tears in my eyes- I could then, relate with that had happened to the owner of CNN, Mr Ted Turner. How he had refused to believe that God existed when he lost his sister after series of prayers.
The shock was too much for me, no sooner had I been helped into the church than another close friend of mine- Ufuoma Okonoko put in another call to me, She began’ Ozor tell me it’s a joke, please te-e-ll me it’s a joke, this is not true .As I began to console her, on the phone, she began to cry again. In the church, when it was discovered that I had received a bad news of a friend far away in the United Kingdom that I had lost, I was called to the altar to be prayed for. I just lay down there, weeping no thanks to the cold weather that day.
My pains were not for death, my pains were for the mother, the siblings and the people whose lives and times, Emele had influenced shapened and being a part of. I began to imagine how Mrs Florence and Dr Efeizomor Shedrach Omumu would take in the shock.
Way back during our undergraduate days, Francis used to come all the way from the Rivers State University Of Science & Technology, down to the University of Port Harcourt, Choba to see us. His visits were more like a presidential visit and always, was in the company of Meju Anslem, Gerald Tibi and Chris Agwaife. Sometimes Meju Hilary and Kester Etuonu would also join the convoy. His visits had more to do with Gerald, who often times came to see to the welfare of his younger sister Ifeoma, who also was a student of the University of Port Harcourt. But apart from that, Francis had the attitude of checking up on some of us as at then, whose ‘cribs’ he knew. From Paul Udume, Ngozi Osaje, down to Shepherds Villa where I, Charles Ogbenna, Chuks Elema , Aziz Oladele, and then Emma Oseghale resided. Emele was the real description of the word ‘humble’. Always smiling, never to be seen frowning and was a cheerful giver to a fault! I can’t put to figures how many time his personal philanthropy had helped me out in trying times.
Most to be remembered of his kindness were the times we had always met at Standard Trust Bank along Olu-Obasanjo Road, in Port Harcourt which had always been a meeting point of close acquaintances from Agbor who has sojourned to the land of ‘pitakwa’ for academic reasons.
Emele Francis Omumu
Born Francis Emele Omumu, to the family of Florence and Dr Shedrach Efeizomor Omumu, Emele attended the University of Science and Technology, Nkpolu Oroworukwo, Port Harcourt where he had a degree in Civil Engineering. He had a brief stint with Oceanic Bank before he proceeded to England, United Kingdom for his Masters Degree programme. Left to mourn him are his family, friends and alumni of the schools he had attended in his lifetime.
Very few people would always be remembered after death, but Emele will always be remembered for his humane nature, humility, warm affection towards others and how encouraging his words were to anyone who was in deep difficulty. As someone would put it ‘Emele was my hero, he was the one who encouraged me to take my PMP classes.
If life was worth buying back, we would have done all we can to bring you back to life Emele. I miss you, the entire Staff Model Secondary School family so does, your family miss you too, friends miss you. but God loves you most.
Emele Francis Omumu
Elegy For Emele Omumu
There’s no better day to die
Neither do we welcome death by invitation
It comes when we least observe
And steals away those who we treasure
In the dark cloak of pain,
Does death dwell,
But in that same darkness, God shines forth his light!
But victory is for us through Christ and we are sure of that
You had a pure heart
You wore like an ornament
Those charming smiles
Little seeds of kindness sown has heaped into treasures of life
Little foot, early morning showers, mom’s endless late night watches
Kidde’s birthday parties
All gone like shadows across the skies
As a man,
You were of warm spirits
Relentless, Brave and an industrious fellow
I search within my thoughts
To see if you would be here again
In the immortal memories of mortal minds
Where you are, drawn in this fleeting breath
With eyes closed in eternal rest.
And we wait earnestly, on the beautiful shores to wave you goodnight.
A mother’s pain who can tell
From wards to labour room
Infancy transformed to adolescent
A boy now a man
Bearing fruits in his season
And we reason he would be risen some day
Even in death, God’s arms still rests on us
A father’s pain who can imagine
Of closer ties than cemented bricks
Of warm embrace and closer hugs
Of new terms and unending semesters- Daddy’s phone never rests
A constant visitor to the bank, not for debts
But endless credits,
Investing in the future, a distant land of bliss
For the sake of posterity.
He will be home soon they say
And the doors swing open
Yet mother nature lets in air
They say its ventilation
I call it invisible visitation
Francis is now immortal, body gone, bones dried
Soul glows in endless spiritual luminescence
Earthlings weep, friends wail, heaven rejoices
With open arms, beckoning hands
Jesus says, welcome home my son
For you were courageous even unto death
And fought till you won
There is darkness where God resides
He remains there for us in times like these
For death is our last enemy-so the bible says
And I’m not in shock anymore
For Jesus loves you even in death.
Rest in peace till resurrection morning Emele.
Chukwuka Anslem Ozor
3.23am Thursday June 20th 2013
His funeral comes up tomorrow 21st June 10am @ St Johns Anglican Church Agbor.