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By Thomas Peretu

Simon Onu’s name may not ring a bell, by any stretch of the phrase neither does it hold the magic wand to any bank vault. But Simon was an extra exemplary civil servant, a committed and loyal worker at that. Though, without badges of honour pinned to his chest to excite pride in the dignity of labour.

The tall lanky, amiable, middle aged man toiled day and night for the common good of his beloved state and through it he brought bacon to his home. That’s what we all do as servant in the vineyard of government.

Simon, the great woke up that fateful morning with high hope of a brilliant day ahead. As usual he went through the morning chores with enthusiasm. And then he bade his wife who at the time was a constant visitor at the gate of hell due to the excruciating pains she had to endure because of a malignant sore on her left leg.

His little kids also rallied round him saying “daddy bye bye, buy us bread, chocolate and gala when you’re coming back o.” Simon in turn quipped, “don’t worry, I go buy every thing una wan.Just look after mummy okay.”

Incidentally that was the last time the children saw their lovely father alive. Simon went home leaving behind a train of memories and unfinished assignments. Simon is gone to be with Lord albeit untimely too. He was riddled with a blaze of bullets, to show the Father.

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