Rarely do men live a life of impact. Though it’s the dream
of most, usually that is how far it goes; a dream. But Benkay belongs to
that first grade of individuals who have left their prints not just on the sands
of time, but on the floors of our hearts; my heart.
I haven’t had frequent correspondence with Benkay since my
industrial attachment in 2013, but a year later when I needed his help with my undergraduate
project and placed a call through to him, it seemed as though a day had not
gone by without us talking.
“Alaye mi Gbengulo”, his disembodied voice boomed into my
ear and I could picture the smile forming on his handsome face. We talked and
talked like old friends, not minding I was decades younger than he was. He made
me comfortable. That was the kind of man Benkay was. Though his health was
failing, he made sure my project was completed in record time. I could never
wrap my head around that kind of kindness. That kind of self-sacrifice and
Spartan humility. I would remember the look of satisfaction on his when I told
him few weeks later that “my project was done”, it was like the project had
been his all along. That sense of ownership was irrepressible. His face
dissolved into a wide smile as he said; “and that is how the cookie crumbles”.
His signature. He used to say almost at the end of every sentence.
Benkay. The cookie of your stay here among us may have
crumbled, but we do not forget those tiny crumbs of love you left in our hearts
that makes us aspire only to be more. Though you are gone, you remain with us
still, in our hearts and minds, as ideals to pursue. You have become more than
a man now Benkay. You have become eternal.
I will miss you Benkay. Thank God he brought me across
your path.
Gbenga Onalaja
August, 2014
Still have the crumbs of cookies in my mouth,I haven't stopped chewing. Knowing you is a blessing. Ciao.
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