Something uncharacteristic about the way he carried himself as he took the steps to the pulpit in his usual Sunday school class. A vibrant man
whose speech is laced with the force of his personality, whose sharp gesticulations press home the meaning of his words. He
has never been known to suffer a lack of things to say. Usually the interruption of the time keeper’s bell causes him to frown at the clock hanging on the wall by his side while muttering under his breath about how Time is an enemy for creatures of eternity.
On this particular Sunday school class, Lots of things were conspicuously missing as he spoke. Instead of a beaming smile, he had on a somber expression that looked as dark as the suit he wore. His words were slow and measured. The sharp gesticulations of his hands were absent. The lifeless delivery made people question with their eyes the drastic personality change. He seemed not to want to let it out yet because he may have reasoned that what he was shielding may create an unfavorable atmosphere for his class just as it had affected him on a personal level. But the questioning look on the peoples face was persistent and demanding.
When he could no longer hold back, the words came in a rush and the church auditorium was drained of sound. Even the babies seemed to be affected by it.
Sitting with rapt attention, we listened as he gave more details of how he
had been transfered from Lagos to Abuja. He informed us that this move was to happen immediately. We were having the last service with him before he relocates.There was nothing to prepare the mind for it. The impact of the announcement was jarring and harsh.
In a local assembly enjoying the ministry of more ministers than her counterparts, God may have decided to loan one to an assembly needing his service.
That this humble, jovial man of great charisma will be missed goes without saying.
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