This weekend is packed with activities. I have three important events to attend, all of which I was invited to. While all three are significant, two stand out as particularly essential. These individuals were there for me during my wedding and even the naming ceremony, and I feel a deep sense of obligation to support them in return. After all, we are all connected, and while we cannot always be present for everything, we can offer help and support when it matters most.
Life loses its meaning without people to celebrate us or celebrate with. We need each other in this world—no one can truly thrive in isolation. No man is an island, and we cannot do it all alone.
After reflecting carefully on which events to attend, I decided to prioritize two. These two individuals are important to me. In the end, I chose to attend the burial and let go of the retirement event, as it was the husband of the person I knew who was retiring, not her. They have another significant occasion next week, and I believe it is fair to attend the burial today.
This morning, I got ready, took my shower, dressed up, and waited for the bus that would take us to the event. When the bus arrived, I boarded, and the journey took about three hours to reach the venue. We arrived at the church, which was located in a neighbouring state to Lagos, where we work.
The first image shows us present in the church. The deceased was a dedicated member who contributed significantly to the church, as the priest mentioned during the service. The church itself, a classic missionary structure founded during the colonial era, is visible in the photo.
After the two-hour church service, we proceeded to the reception, which was just a short distance away from the church.
In the second picture, you can see the bereaved family dancing and celebrating the final moments with their father.