One year ago, My Father was murdered. I believe in words having meaning so I’m very mindful of how I refer to my Father’s passing. He didn’t ‘just die,’ he was murdered, meaning that someone (if I can call it that) decided to take away his God-given life. This wasn’t the first attack on his life but it was the last.
You’ve made your mark, Guy Blaise Ouaby. As long as I live I’ll tell everyone that my father was one of the finest men to ever walk this earth and without a doubt, the most brilliant man to have come out of this country. Children make their parents proud but in my case, My Father is My Pride. I’m eternally grateful that I got to be the daughter of such a great man. Many people are something because of you: your contributions to your society and community are unmatched.
You’ve given all there was to give and I wish you didn’t. I’ve known (and you did too) for a long time that it would end like this, and that’s why I was constantly worrying and warning you that people are cruel and don’t appreciate kindness, integrity, and honesty…Anyway, I won’t give space to your subhuman killers, so may you continue to rest peacefully, my beloved father.