I got to
the airport building near the departure lounge where most of the parents were
gathered. At this point we had all passed from the state of disbelief and shock
to thinking, “It's really true, our kids are gone”. We held on to each other.
Men were weeping like children. I noticed one particular woman who was talking
to the rest of the parents, even as tears were pouring out of her eyes. She was
telling us not to mourn like unbelievers and to believe that our children have
gone to heaven. I was later to learn that her name was Mary, and two of her
children had been inside that aircraft.
From Mary, I found the courage to try
and console some kids that were among us, siblings of the kids on the aircraft,
who had come with their parents to the airport to welcome their sisters and
brothers. The poor kids were crying, bewildered, wondering if it was true that
their siblings were gone. Mostly, the sight of their parents weeping with
abandon was probably the most frightening thing they had ever seen in their
young lives.
Another
woman was kneeling on the ground, wailing into her phone, “Yes, it's true. My
angels are gone. Three of them are gone.” A man, who I later identified as her
husband was sitting on the ground, weeping. They had three children in Loyola
Jesuit College. All three kids had been in that plane.
It was at
this point that I remembered to call Uzoma, my friend, who was taking care of
Chizitara for me that day. The plan had been for Tara to go to a birthday party
with Uzoma's daughter, Kamara, and then when Kechi and I got to Aba, we would
pick her up on our way home. I called Uzo and said to her that she would have
to keep Tara for some days. I told her I was still at the airport and there had
been a plane crash and Kechi was gone.
“Gone
where?” Uzo asked me, sounding puzzled.
“Gone to
heaven”, I replied “The plane crashed”. When she started to scream, I switched
off my phone, knowing she would call back when she calmed down and also knowing
that Tara was safe with Uzo, and I did not need to worry about her just then...
To be continued...

Mary was, and continues to be, such a pillar of strength and a source of inspiration to me. Through her loss, she continued to believe in a God that was bigger than her pain. A true woman of God, she continues to amaze me up till now. Her faith was a constant reminder to me over the years of the love of God personified in a human being, an affirmation of the fact that we are in every situation to be thankful.
ReplyDeleteI thank God I know this woman.