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For Herbert Wigwe, life wasn’t a vanity

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On Herbert Wigwe, the deceased Access Bank CEO for 10 years, I disagree that life is vanity.
It’s absolutely not.
It’s tragic the way he died, especially with his family members who should have inherited the proceeds of his toil. I just hope and pray that he has other children.
Herbert lived a fruitful, challenging, busy, and smooth life. What else is left?
Many lived or will live to 106 and can never achieve one-tenths of Herbert’s impact.
The kind of life I see as a wasted journey and absolute vanity is about a man I read sometime two years ago who lived lonely… No wife, no kids, no money, no home, no taste of the good or soft side of existence. Eventually, he didn’t have his bath for over 50 years and died at 92 or so. He was from Iraq and was called the World’s Dirtiest Man.
That’s what I call life’s laboratory using someone for a negative bio-sociological experiment.
I don’t fear death. I don’t just get blackmailed with death. Never!
But for family, I am the type that will put a speed boat to the high sea and abruptly turn off the engine to know what will happen.
I once rode a cable car over staggering bottomless valleys.
At take-off, the car hunched forward, shook from side to side, and rolled off with loud clanks from the apex of the Mutianyu Great Wall.
I couldn’t catch my breath to look down into the deep until I noticed the young woman, my only companion and tour guide, busy on her smartphone. I asked myself if my life was more valuable than hers. I made up my mind that the cable clutching the suspended car wouldn’t snap when I was there since it didn’t before I visited. Meanwhile, even if it does, it will be on record that I died following my dream, not cowardly.
I prefer exiting in a plane crash to okada or keke knocking me down. God forbid. I know I will go peacefully, but there is an exit channel that is befitting.
Herbert impacted the world – the world of thousands who put food on their tables and raise their kids into experts through his Access Bank. The bank helped lubricate the wheels of Nigerian and African economies.
He basked in luxury. What else? Jim Reeves asked in his music “Darling, after loving you, what else is left to do.”
The only thing I loathe and pray doesn’t happen is living a quasi-life of pains, poverty, anguish, and walking around all your days in a droopy head with the burden of unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, and talent distorting the alignment of your spine and gait. It’s a worthless journey. God forbid. Instead, I will say like James Hadley Chase wrote – you are safer dead.
Herbert Wigwe lived and died in a blaze of glory as a champion. He living longer would have been preferred. But who among us decides the times?
Farewell, brother. Nobody will be here forever.
Meanwhile, death is never a pain to the dead. Only the living feel the pain on behalf of the dead.
I always ask if you or anyone ever missed being awake while asleep. I never died before, but I am convinced that sleep is a short-duration death.
It’s all peaceful.
It’s well with you, Brother Herbert..

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