PEOPLE ISH: ONYEKACHI
ONYEKACHI Onyekachi, I remembered you this morning. Why? Because sometimes it is like that. When you died was it OK for you? Did your life 'flash before your eyes,' as they say? Where you scared? Do you feel you should have been nicer to me? I hope you do not because I did, I felt I should not have fought with you, I wished I had not, for a long time it nagged me and it was a choking feeling, uncomfortable like a scratchy, new sweater. Every moment of the year and a few months after you died, our class was still housing your absence, it was suddenly noisy and then quiet again. Your seat-mate left the school that week, but of course, you would have liked that: you always wanted Phil with his ruggedness to be your seatie. When Teacher Felix came to tell us why we had had no classes that day, the class was silent, "Onyeka passed away last night, some of you will be picked to go for his burial with the teachers next week." His voice taking