I logged on Facebook this morning as the ritual demands to a trending photo of a young pretty lady (above), whom I later got to know through a mutual friend as Ewurama Sikah Abbiw.
And the accompanying messages indicated that, she has suddenly died—-in shock, many of my Facebook friends poured their hearts out on their walls.
After scrolling through these messages, I had a brief conversation with one of my friends who used to work with Ewurama at Zenith Bank about what happened to her—-I mean how she died.
Her death is sad but to learn that she died in a car accident at the popular Pantag junction, a place I know so well in Accra while on her way to work made it feel like, I was one of her seemingly loving friends.
Of course it’s a convention for people to only say good things about the death in our part of the world—-but from the little my friend who knew and worked with Ewurama said, she was an adorable soul, not just a beauty.
So I asked myself that one question I always put on the table when someone young dies; Did she live her life to the fullest, living each day as if it was her last?
Life is a chaotic and relatively short journey: the scary bit is, you never know when the time would stop counting for you and yet, many of us live in perpetual worry on the back of the inherent uncertainties of life itself.
Our happiness has been held hostage by our insatiable material desires and unnecessary wants; we want so many things to the extent that we never stop to enjoy the little things that make life beautiful and fulfilling.
From Ewurama’s facebook, she was a photo person of fewer words—-she shared several beautiful and yet pretty decent photos, perhaps, a reflection of her personality as a decent individual.
Life has ended for her and you can be the next person.
The only thing she would take with her to the grave is the memories packed in her head and the knowledge she was able to acquire while alive. That’s all. The fine dresses and expensive bags or outlook she showcased on Facebook would probably become the property of someone else or be tossed into the bin.
We chase so many trash daily, trading all our time for things which do not really have personal value, except that which society has given it, to the extent that we don’t even stop to do the things which really matter to us.
Ewurama’s death is a big loss to her family and loved ones and for those of us who do not really know her, it should serve as a reminder, that life is too short—-and it should succeed in rejuvenating the need for us to live each day as if it’s our last. Because, it probably would be the last for one of us.
Have a peaceful rest, a girl called Ewurama!