At first, I laughed it off because I had heard that same news some other time and it turned out to be false.There and then, I began getting phone calls from my friends asking me if I had heard of it and if it was true.I became stupefied and then rushed to downtown just to look at the mood around there.When I went there, I was shocked to find out that everyone began packing. I asked a passer-by what was happening and he said in tears "The President is dead."
For once, I was stupefied and didn't know what to do. Immediately, I began to have flashes of memory of the late President and some of the hilarious things he ever said or did. I began remembering the time that I once sat on facebook and criticized him so bad that some of my friends have to write on my wall that they think I was being unfair.
I remembered all the times when people thought I was rude because they felt some of the words I used on the president were harsh and that I should retract them. I remembered all the grammatical mistakes he did that I used to laugh at when I was lonely.
Now, the president is no more and now, I realized that even though I truly criticized him, I loved him as an uncle, as a father and as mentor. Now that I heard that he was dead and no more, I realized that he was valuable beyond description and that if I had a second chance, I would always defend but no criticize him. I would have done everything to have seen him before his death. But it's over now.
DAMRIFA DUE!
Written by: Joseph Yaw Frimpong
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