Dennis
Akagha is one of the lucky survivors of Ebola. He was the fiancée of Late
Justina Ejelonu who came in contact with Liberian, Patrick Sawyer on her first
day working as a nurse at the First Consultant Hospital, Lagos. Dennis is now
Ebola free but jobless now. He spoke to Punch about his plans. I intend to look
for another job. If it’s the will of God for me to work, I will get another
job. Aside from that, I made Justina a promise. I spoke with her the night she
passed on but I had to go there to confirm the next morning. I had to go inside
there after wearing the kits. I was led in and I held her hands, I just wanted
to know if she was truly dead. The last day
I saw her alive was three weeks today because she died on a Thursday morning.
She requested to see me and I went inside to see her, cleaned her and made sure
her surroundings were clean and okay. She was on drips and I spoke with her.
She requested for tea, hot or cold. There was no way I could get hot water
around so I went to get beverage and two bottles of table water to prepare the
tea (beverage) for her. I also bought bread for her. That was the last thing I
bought for her. I remember she said she loved me; that was the last thing she
told me. After cleaning her up, she called on one of the doctors, a WHO doctor,
Dr. David. She said softly to the doctor, did I not tell you? The doctor asked
what. She said did I not tell you that if my husband comes here, a miracle
would happen. I laughed and the doctor said yes. I had to clean her up that day.
On why he took risks cleaning
her when he knew he could be infected you see, if you love someone, you
will do those things, except you don’t genuinely love the person. If you
genuinely love someone, you can do anything for the person. I genuinely loved
her; she was supposed to be my wife. And at that point in time, I saw no reason
why I should abandon her. I know most men would do that but my conscience would
judge me for the rest of my life if I had run away. So I had to stand by her. I
took the risks because I loved her and at a point, I started being careful at
the same time. The Bible says wisdom is profitable to direct. But I had been
100 per cent exposed already even before I started taking precautions. I
started using polythene bags as gloves, which was not even safe. Not that I didn’t
think of the risks, but love is a very powerful thing. I know she would have done
the same thing for me. So why would I want to run away? On how he
received news of her death?
Normally, I call her every morning but that morning, I called
and called and she didn’t pick up. So I went to the hospital and I was supposed
to get some things for her anyway. So I got the news when I got there. It was
painful for me. Have you lost a loved one before? At that moment, I felt like
going with her. I felt that I couldn’t stay behind (on earth). I felt like
dying so that it would be like we both died, although it was not possible (for
me to kill myself). But that was how I felt.
At
that time, she was already dead. I told her that I would make sure I pursued
those things she could not achieve that I knew about, in my own little way and
with the help of individuals. I would make sure she fulfils the dreams. Before
her death, she had a vision of a project that I don’t want to share here. If
that is what will keep me busy for the rest of my life, I don’t mind to keep
her memory alive. I wrote the plan and we were just waiting to complete our
marriage plans before proceeding with the project. After her death, I had to go
back to my system (laptop) to fetch out those things and start reworking them.
I’m done with writing the plan and the next step is to register the business.
Private individuals who may want to support the cause since she died while
trying to save lives, are welcome. I don’t mind since it will be in memory of Justina
Obioma Ejelonu. Yes, a lot of people have been asking me, after now, what next?
You have lost a loved one, you’ve lost your job and you’ve come out negative,
what next and I tell them that it boils down to God.
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