LIfe is not fair

They say, "When it rains, it pours". If I had to sum up the 26th year of my life, I cant think of any other quote that I would use.

The soap opera that is my life took another puzzling turn at 7am, Sunday morning, Oct 20th 2008.

I don't know what made me answer the phone that morning, because usually Sunday is the day that I am dead to the world. As I checked my alarm clock to see what time it was, I did a double take at the fluorescent 7 that appeared and thought to myself, "Who the F*** is calling this early on a Sunday?" I reached over and grabbed my phone in frustrated anger and saw that my mother was the culprit. "Oh Lord, what did I do now?" [7 am phone calls are never good] So I tempered my anger and answered the phone.

"Emeka........."

I still haven't come to grips with what I heard next. One the other end of the phone was my mother, sobbing, trying to keep it together long enough to tell me the terrible news.

"Emeka, Mr. Dikeocha is dead."

(Typing that sentence makes me tear up, because I still cant believe it.)

I felt a chill run up my spine. At first I just sat there hoping that I was still asleep. Wishing that maybe I would wake up and it would all just be a dream.

"Emeka, Mr. Dikeocha is dead. They shot him"

As she spoke, I could hear her voice cracking. She tried to continue with the details and just burst into tears.

Its like my body just went numb. All I could do was say, "Mommy no!. Mommy no!"

"He didn't come home last night. Auntie Pricilla had been calling all over looking for him and could not reach him. Then finally she got a call from one of his employees and they said that she should go to the shop, it looks like there is something going on. So she called your dad and your uncle to go with her. When they got there, police were all over the place. They tried to go inside to see what was going on, and the police said "You cant go inside, there is a dead person in there". Someone shot him, Emeka. Mr. Dikeocha is gone"

I started to cry. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My heart was racing. My hands were shaking. I just couldn't believe that this was happening!

Ill be the first to admit that Mr. Dikeocha was not my favorite uncle, but he was one of my Dad's best friends. He was always around us. He was part of our extended family. He was there when I graduated from UNT. He was there when I bought my first car. He was there when I got my first offer letter for employment. Every significant achievement that myself or my brothers have ever had, Mr. Dikeocha was there. He prayed for us & he celebrated with us.




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Its been three days & I still cant belive he is gone. It feels like a bad dream or something. Just doesnt seem real.

Murdered??? Why??? Why would anyone want to hurt my uncle? This makes no sense! I just saw this man alive three weeks ago and now your telling me that no one will ever see him alive again. Even worse, he didnt die of ilness, he was killed by someone that wanted to rob him??

Fuck this world man. Seriously. This is bullshit. This man never harmed a hair on a single person. EVER. And his reward for being a good man is to be violently killed by some bastard that wanted to steal a couple hudred bucks. Fuck this shit.!!!!!!!!!
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I know that everthing happens for a reason and that this is God's will, but right now Im angry. I cant help it. No one deserves to go out like this. He didnt derseve this. His wife didnt deserve this & the five small children that are now fatherless didnt deserve this.

Sometimes I just hate the world we live in. This is cliche, and Im sorry to say this, but these are the things that force you to put life into perspective. It can be taken from you at a moments notice. Its not fair, but thats the way it is.

Business wise, my uncle was everything I hope to aspire to be. He was a CPA, an accountant & he sold cars on the side. He worked for himself, made his own money & owend several businesses. He was the sole provider for his wife and their 5 children, and they lived very comfortably. Next to my dad, I don't know anyone who worked harder than this guy.

Family wise, he was the everything a family man should be. My mother & I visited them three weeks ago, & he was mowing the lawn with his only son, Junior. My heart break for these children that are now fatherless & my auntie who is now a widow.

He loved his friends and he loved his Nigerian heritage. My uncle, my dad & Mr Dikeocha, were the three amigos. They were the best of friends and I know in their own way, each of them are mourning the loss of the dear friend. He was a shining star for his family in the US & back in Nigeria. He was well respected in the Nigerian community here in Dallas. He will definitely be missed.

Here is the article that ran in the Dallas Morning News a few days ago.

As for the way he passed, all I can say is that God will deal the individual or individuals responsible for this in due time. These people will never prosper. They will be caught & for their sake, I hope the police catch them first......

Till next time.....