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Last week Sunday, I promised someone I was going to have a wonderful weekend and make a poem out of it. Thus, since Monday, I had been thinking of what to do in order to have a weekend story to tell. It turned out eventually that I had a weekend different from what I have had in recent times. Unfortunately, it was for the wrong reasons.

On Friday evening, just as I was stepping out thinking of how my weekend would turn out, I received a call from my dad informing me of the demise of one of the teachers who thought me at high school. I froze! It took almost a minute before I realized I was on the road. This man demystified Organic Chemistry to me and my colleagues in our final year in secondary school. Calm, easy going, humble, gentle and kind to a fault. I'm not saying this because he is late and just have to say sweet things about him. No! He was a really good man who was devoted to his job and to his service to God. Unfortunately he died in his very early forty's, after a brief illness. For three days, there's been a recurring question in my mind: "Why do good people die young?"

I have tried thinking of how he spent his life to see if I could find an obvious evil he did to people so that I can at least say, perhaps this is why he was punished. Truly, I am not God and as such, I wouldn't know what everyone does. However, humanly speaking, from my relationship with him and how much time he sacrificed for me and many other people I know, this man was really really good. He would trek very long distance , just to impart knowledge into young ones. He sacrificed his comfort to make other people convenient. He was loved by everyone around him - at home, at work , at school... everywhere! I remember very well how glad he was when I made my O'level results. Pure excitement. He shared some of my best moments with me... When I got admission into the University for my first degree, when I got a scholarship for my M.Sc. His last message to me on facebook was "Keep on striving for excellence"

https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmQYhQDmTZ3TzGRZ9Nh9cYanFeiuU18LrjVCA4scQK7GxK/oluwo.png We have heard of cases where armed robbers kill innocent people. These good people die while the evil robbers live on; A drunkard decides to drive and end up killing an innocent school girl... These kind of stories are heart breaking! Alone this moment in the confines of my room, I am still asking: "Why do the good ones die young and the evil ones refuse to die?" I am so sad right now.