Tribute to my dear Ify

On Saturday 23rd February 2013, I lost someone so special to me.

My cousin, who was my sister and my friend.

I have never seen death or had death this close. That day my heart was literally torn apart and I was angry. Watching the paramedics who did everything they could trying to resuscitate her, I touched her feet, I screamed at her to get up, I cried, I rolled, I was silent with questions.


Why, why why?  My questions were not asked of God. They were thrown angrily and sorrowfully into the void that my suffering was creating between Him and me. Instead of turning to Him for comfort, I writhed alone with my grief. I really didn’t feel like God and I were on speaking terms. The void I had created still between us…RAW and hurting like an open wound. I knew God was on the other side of that void, wanting for me to talk to Him, wanting to forgive me for blaming Him, but I just couldn’t make myself pray.

374396_531102326912848_1409142255_nThe frailty of life and reality of death hit me. What was lying on that hospital bed was not my cousin. It was simply a vessel, she, Ify had gone to a place where the human body couldn’t go. I wanted everyone to stop what they were doing, I wanted the world to stop because we had just lost a wife, a mother of three, a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a friend.

I came down to London from university on the Friday night for my churchs’ day seminar called ‘Day with the Lord’ on the Saturday. My cousin and I had been texting each other the day before about how we would catch up after the seminar for our usual gisting sessions. Neither of us knew that our appointment would be snatched away by deaths appointment and that she would have her own ‘day with the Lord’.

The weeks following Ify’s death were hard ones for me. I wish I could say I came back to my senses fast and got on my knees to put things right between God and I, but I didn’t. I pranced around with my fake smile and superficial strength. But God’s word…this WORD.

 “Come, let us return to the Lord.
He has torn us to pieces
    but he will heal us;
he has injured us
    but he will bind up our wounds. – Hosea 6:1

Tears blurred my eyes as the words pierced into my soul.

My only utterance with floods of tears: ‘I’ve been torn into pieces, Lord, I need you to heal me.’

And a breeze of peace overcame me like never before. A peace that I could not and still don’t understand.

 
There is so much that I could write about my cousin, but I’ve included the less personal memories below. The pain of her loss is almost crippling, but we thank God for His comfort. Ify was a Christian, who served God with everything and in everything. She showed love to everyone she encountered and I have the assurance that she is hidden with Christ in God. Please guys, live your life right and show love whilst you are still able to, tomorrow isn’t promised and yesterday will never come again but today is all you have. KNOW CHRIST. Christians have hope that non-believers struggle to comprehend. For us, death is not the end, it is simply the beginning of what God really wanted for us. I have the assurance that I will be reunited with all my loved ones on that faithful day when God calls me home. That is my faith, whats yours? I choose to praise Him through the tears…will you?
 

A Few Memories We Shared

Scratchy Kay-Kay

Odikwa Angels loool

My cousin was 28 years old. 9 years older than me, she always told me about how I used to scratch her when I was little but she would still carry me because I looked cute and the scratches were bearable and good for ammunition loool for when she would remind me in my older years.

The Choir’s Latest Recruit

I’ve always been a shy girl…hard to believe ayy. I remember when Sister Mercy our choir leader first told me to join the choir at age 11. I tried every trick in the book to avoid singing in front of the congregation, even attempted to miming like a small celeb. Ify and Ifende (her younger sister) were not having none of that, they took me under their wings, encouraged me, allowed me to be shy but became one of many catalysts for the confidence that I have today.

They came to every talent competition I did at Virgo Fidelis, Ify always loved my rendition of Amy Winehouse ‘I’m no good’ at our Year 11 rebellion showcase. She came when I played the lead role in musical at Fairfield halls, she always supported me in everything.

Ify, Ifende and I were the TRIO. Our harmonies were just fantastic. I will always hear Ify’s tenor in my heart, never missing  🙂 The Odikwa angels, you Igbos will get it! Odikwa was one of Ify’s rinsed out Igbo lines, even my uni girls caught onto her lingo  when they met her loool.

Her beautiful wedding

I remember when Femi and Ify told me the date for their wedding I was ecstatic. What a glorious occasion it was, both the traditional and white wedding were amazing. Ify asked me to sing her favourite hymn at her wedding ‘I the Lord of sea and sky’ which I did for the first verse and then started crying, thank God Ifende came to help me. We sang the same song at her funeral and I know she will be proud that despite the tears, we pushed through.

The wedding preparations were our greatest times together, we’d be up for hours talking and planning. In fact less planning and more laughing. Ify’s laugh and smile would vibrate the whole room. We had a fun hen night and post wedding celebrations.

Prophetic Gisting Sessions

My cousin told me I would go to China during one of our chill gisting moments wayyyyyyy before I knew of any internship. She always pushed me academically, she herself had completed her degree, was onto her masters worked in her way to the top, whilst getting married, having three kids all in 28 years! She was determined and I pray that I have at least 1/10 of her determination.

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I will make you proud Ify, I’m going to China for you hun. She shared my go fund me page so many times even emailed and texted many doners, my thank you isn’t enough for all her encouragement along the way.

We would gist about the potential Boaz’ and the olodo-az loool. My future husband will still get your approval Ify. Femi and Ifende will have to approve of any guy that wants to take your second little sister.

Thank you to everyone who has prayed and supported our family, God bless you! http://www.gofundme.com/IfySoile

8 thoughts on “Tribute to my dear Ify

  1. lizandlove says:

    I pray that God will surround you with his peace, love rest in Jesus name and you will forever be in his presence where you will find comfort amen x

  2. Chinaza says:

    I believe that earth is really just a ‘passing faze’, a test to really see who is worthy enough to sit at the right hand side of the Lord. Heaven is what Jesus wants for us and when we pass his test here on earth, he rewards us by granting us eternal life in the promised land. I did not know Ify, but from what I can gather she achieved all that God had set for her. Remember 1 day to us is like 100yrs to God and so even if we think she was so young and full of life, God knows she’s lived life to the full. When you teach people about the love of Christ and encourage them to live their life for him, that’s the ultimate test and its clear that Ify passed that with flying colours. Even in death (she got me re-evaluating my relationship with Christ) she continued to impress. There is nothing God cannot do and so in time you and your family will heal. Offcourse you will never forget Ify, since her memory/legacy will live on in the lives of her boys and husband. The most important thing is that you praise God in all things, thank him for granting you the privilege to meet one of his angels and ask him for the grace to do right by Ify’s boys.

  3. Jay says:

    This is truly beautiful reading this made me she’s a year 😪 I pray that The Lord continue to support you and all your family and continue to make her proud kanayo

  4. Shinead prescod says:

    Speechless. Absolutely beautiful. This blog may the Holy Spirit touch the hearts of those reading this. Ify was an amazing woman.

  5. ~ tiSh (@LAE_MO) says:

    Found this really encouraging. I haven’t lost anyone so close but I can relate a lot. God is using your life for His Glory. Alway remember that no matter what you go through. All things work together.

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