Eulogy [Archives*]

"For we can do nothing against the truth but for the truth.' 1 Cor 12:10

'(and) What is truth?' ~Pontius Pilate- Brutal Roman Procurator

 

‘It was not supposed to end this way’ were the last thoughts he heard himself think above the sound of the wind screaming past his ears. It seemed the streaming air currents were hissing and cursing; calling to the earth. It seemed the earth was rising in his direction- like a train oblivious to a lone straggler sleeping on the metal tracks. The blood rushed into his brain from the rest of his body giving him the eerie feeling of carrying a 20 kilogramme half bag of garri on the inside of his head. He was accustomed to bearing heavy weights on his head with only an intervening discoid pad of worn ankara to cushion the burden on his cranium. He had grown up hawking biscuits, gala bars and soda. He’d worked a secondary school summer in the local projects carrying bags of cement on his head. But this... this was different.

*Dr. Fortum Chimezie (mni) hated the law of gravity. If there ever was a degree of dislike beyond palpable, livid revulsion, he had it. In fact, he was it. He seethed, he hissed, he cursed and groaned whenever he saw it in action. Whether in old Newtonian thought or Einstein’s relativity theory, whenever people talked about it, he festered. He refused to consider any evidence for the phenomenon. And though he saw the law in action, he closed his eyes to legitimacy.

He wrote a paper against it borrowing from the leading trends in astronomy, astrophysics, geophysics, gravitational simulations and electromagnetic perceptions. He morphed the values of Omega, Dark Matter, MACHOs, and WIMPS and tweaked any available data to build an argument.

He published anti-gravity thoughts from the leading thinkers of international repute and local university eggheads.

He contributed to research and supervised theses on the questionable veracity of gravitational pull. His evidence was that planes flew and space shuttles broke through the earth’s field. If there were exceptions, it followed that there was no rule.

He sponsored banners, bills, and mega outdoor advertising campaigns using every available means to spread his philosophy. In his eyes it was not a hypothesis. It was not a theory. It was an obsession in legitimacy.

He built an antigravity foundation and pooled funds for more propaganda and more research.

He married an Aussie who totally disagreed with him except on his views concerning gravity and pretended to levitate every morning.

He kept fleas, flies, fireflies, grasshoppers, bumblebees, swallows, sparrows, eagles and egrets- anything that seemed to defy gravity fascinated him.

He listened only to songs like ‘I believe I can fly’ and ‘I’m so fly’ and his favourite rock band was a group called ‘Anti-gravity 101’.

His waterproof toilet wall paper was the graphic pattern of people walking on air without spacesuits.

He didn’t believe in gravity. It existed only in people’s minds.

That was really why he jumped from the open window of his corner office on the top floor of a 20 storey complex. There were no cameras to watch the fall, no reporters to eye witness tomorrow’s posthumous headlines, no firemen to spread out a trampoline, no one to say sorry, no one to even say, ‘See, I told you so.’ Only the wind, the earth and the impending feeling of being punched in the head by the horror that comes with free fall. Chimezie didn’t know when he hit the concrete. He couldn’t. He was already unconscious half way down. The thud was sickening.

Let he that has ears, let him hear. The character of truth is that it always outlasts the lie. It’s the last thing you’ll ever think about. Stop fighting the Truth.

 I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father but by me. 

 ~Yeshua Al Meshiach

 *DISCLAIMER: Any semblance of nomenclature to any individuals living or dead is entirely by chance.