Candle in the wind . . . . .

14 years ago, sitting alone in my flat in London, the news broke that Princess Diana had died in a car crash in Paris. I remember the saturation in the TV coverage of her death and I remember very well quietly shedding a tear or two . . . it was just a very sad event and atmosphere.


Into the charged emotional mix, Elton John released his Candle in the Wind song and I remember thinking to myself that it was getting a bit too much, what with songs and tings being released into the whole shebang. Already, even without the song, man wan cry already sef. Well to cut a long story short, I never bothered with the lyrics of the song or bothered to understand the significance of the title of the song, until today. Why???? Because I have had a horrible week . . .a weekus horribilis to paraphrase Her Royal Majesty the Queen of England. In the space of a week, several deaths have hit me big time. 


States
My good friend and the epitome of a perfect suave gentleman, Robert Blay aka Statesman was stabbed in the throat in the early hours of the morning a week ago. He managed to drive himself to the Tema General hospital, park his car, and walk into the OPD at 03:45am. By 04:21, in the emergency section of the hospital, his soul left his body permanently. A promising life, a gentleman, a decent man's life had been snuffed out just like that.


Steve Jobs
Even before I could come to terms with Statesman's passing, the news also broke that Steven Paul Jobs had finally succumbed to Pancreatic Cancer. Even though I had never met or seen Steve Jobs, his death hit me real hard. Steve Jobs was so cool, so talented, so anti conventional wisdom, so rich, so powerful that it was kinda hard to accept that he also could die. It hit me real hard that no matter how high we humans flew, how much we achieved in life, how talented we were, we could be recalled by God at any time. And there was no formula or criteria. Unlike the rules that tended to persist in our world, anybody, irrespective of wealth or status could be recalled by God at any time. No connection, no bribing, no lobbying.


Father George
This morning the news was broken to me . . .that another very good friend, almost a brother, Father George Abakah had also succumbed to Liver Cancer. Father George was just a few years older than myself, if not my age. He was the Priest who officiated at my wedding. During his sermon, as tends to be usual during most sermons, my mind wandered off until I heard him mention Bob Marley and then sing the first line of Bob Marley's Natural Mystic. Hey!! Now that was one funky Catholic Father. The guy became my paddy paaah after that.


I visited him exactly 2 weeks ago. I knew he was ill and that the diagnosis was dire. But I was surprised by his optimism and it reinvigorated mine. I had been struggling with my faith in God. I didn't understand why God would let one of his faithful servants be struck with Liver Cancer. But he told me that he was on the mend and that he would be a living testimony to the power of God. I left him full of faith in Gods ability to perform a miracle cos I was witnessing one live. I exchanged text messages with him exactly a week ago. He said he was getting better. A week later  . . . . . . . 


I have been in a very reflective mood today. And the underlying theme of my reflections is basically about how fleeting life is. How transient our stay here on earth is. About the inevitability of the icy hands of death. Here today, gone tomorrow. Healthy today, dead tomorrow. 


Driving back towards home after my rounds in Accra town, Elton Johns song came to mind.  I focused on the title of the song. Candle in the wind. It was today, after so many years, that the significance of Elton's song and its title struck me. Yes that's how our lives and our souls are. They are like the flames of candles, fluttering in the wind. A particular gust of wind, in a particular direction, at a particular strength of the candles flame and the flame could be doused. Just like that!!!!!