MfonAbigail

On Sundays like this, Gold, you'd be so excited to go to church. You loved serving. You loved listening to the word.

The days you were given the stage to minister your songs, you hardly slept because you'd be praying, thinking of ways to make the most of it.

Sometimes, you'd share with me how you thought a particular way would land best. Other times you'd be quiet because you were in that inner space with our Father. I understood and was honoured to just be in your space.

One of the songs you wrote that I love deeply... the lyrics... YOU HAVE PLANTED YOUR RIGHTEOUS SEED INSIDE OF ME. YOU'RE ALL THAT I COULD EVER BE. MY DESTINATION IS YOU.

There was always a smile on your face when you sang those songs; like you had an idea, a secret about what you were singing and looked forward to meeting our Father.

You've gotten to your destination Gold.
I'm happy for you.
But I feel you left earlier than we had expected.

On the 7th of June, we'll sing some of those songs in honour of the gift you were to this generation.
New Covenant Church loved you and loved your sound and I'm honoured that they're partnering with me to do this for you within their walls.

I miss you my man.
Love, always.
Your woman.

My Gold was a good man!

He was kind many times with no thoughts to his own comfort. Testimonials poured in and pour in still after his passing.

They make me smile and miss him even more. His heart was rare.

This is why I am hosting a TRIBUTE CONCERT in honour of the man who was GOLD indeed; both outside and within our most private spaces.

I invite you to join me in celebrating the life he lived and the unique sound he received and shared with the world.

Details on the flier.

I dreaded walking into the service of songs last night Gold.

But I spent most of the day reminding myself: "God carries me".

I thought I was strong enough and ready when the clock chimed 5pm. Besides I had your dear friends R**t and Faith Minister on either side of me.

Then I step into the hall and see this picture right here been displayed. Oh! The screen bombarded me with shades of you that told only one story.

Gold...lover, friend, giver.

This picture showed me again the kind, loving, caring husband you always were. You always looked out for me and ensured you were giving me the most you could even though it was the tiniest bit. You just gave.

And the wail came, Gold.
My entire body shook with the brutal blow that the truth dealt: You're gone! No longer in the body. Forever.

What?

Like, you'll never look at me with those eyes filled with lust, mixed with mischief and love?
Like you'll never touch me so tenderly as though I am made of porcelain and could shatter if you were not being careful?
Like you'll never hold me again as though I'm all that mattered?

The finality hit.

I'm reeling just thinking about it.

But I'm comforted because you're amid the cloud of witnesses now, cheering me on to manifest the Divine life we talked so much about, so often.

I love you my man.
I miss you.
But I see you are where you are now.

And I love you yet.

I chose to think of you in loving memory because you were God's love to me in human form.

When I got called to be told about Gold being in an accident, I showed immense gratitude to the good Samaritan.

In my head, this was a sign that my husband was going to return to me hale and hearty.

Then I arrived Asaba.

He was in a coma on life support.

The neurosurgeon said Gold had multiple brain injuries and his advice was to take him off life support because nothing was medically possible. He however said that Gold's organs were all still functional but a miracle only could bring him back.

I told the doctor thank you for his opinion.
Then I called him a pessimist for saying we should not give him a chance.
I told him God was a miracle worker and would do one on my husband.
I told Him God had a track record of performing such miracles.

I felt that there was no other reason God made absolute strangers to go the extra mile for him, more than having to bring Gold back to me and the kids alive.

As I reminisce the fact that God still loves us irrespective of the hurt and pain of losing the only man I ever truly love and who loudly and genuinely loved us in return, I actually saw that God already did a miracle!

He made me see my husband before he flatlined and was finally declared dead.

I mean, how would I have stayed sane hearing that my husband was in an accident, had died and was thrown somewhere because no one knew him and could claim him.

Ah!

For this miracle of seeing my husband's handsome face for a few more days,
For the miracle of speaking to him as often as the ICU nurses would let me,
For the miracle of giving him kisses and rubbing his soft palms,
For the miracle of telling him I love him and seeing his finger twitch once in my palm as I held him before he died...
I say thank you Father,
I say thank you to El ROI who sees me.

Your favorite place was the presence of our Father, receiving sounds and healing God's people with it.

Now you're with Him uninterrupted by this body.

Yet will I praise God... Though He slays me... Yet will I praise

Gold Owen
God's love shown me physically and divinely in human form.

You came to me and became everything I never knew I needed desperately.

The sweetest softest, ever present love of my life.

The One who loves you more than I ever could let you move to the next life. And I trust Him still.

I love and will always miss you baby...
Your favorite humans that God honored us by letting us make and nurture together will be the hybrid Golds you've always dreamed. I promise by God!

Love forever and beyond.
Your woman.
Mfon

5 PRAYERS AT 5

PRAYER 1

If Psalm is engrossed in his activity; say a cartoon or at one of his games using building blocks, to ensure that he and I are on the same page, I'd hand him a task; for instance, a book for safe keep.

Then I'd ask him what he's meant to do with it.

I love how he responds.

"What do YOU want me to do with it, mom?"

I know I have his full attention.
Only then will I pass my instruction across.

It works most of the time.
As in, the job is not lost somewhere between la-la land where his mind is still at, and reality realm where the job is either half done or undone.

Today, my Psalm turns 5.

And I'm reminded that "train up a child IN THE WAY HE SHOULD GO means also to light his path.
To instruct him on the path ahead.

In this new age my son,
I pray that God opens me up to see you through His eyes,
To perceive you by His perception
To Nurture you not by fear or my own human driven expectations...
But to guide you on God's own path for your life.
To instruct you according to the volume of the books written concerning you,
So that you can live only doing our Father's will.

Light is ahead
Light guides your path
Light propels you
You see through the eyes of Light!

Cheers and HAPPY BIRTHDAY
My Psalm Edidem Gold
My Sacred Song to God.

Love,
Mom.🌹

📷 Dad AKA Gold Owen for GMC photography

What's the color of your vex when you enter the living room you arranged only a while ago but your little humans have turned it into a space where volcano just erupted?

😂😂

No, I'm not laughing at you.

I'm laughing at us.

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Hit the link in the comments here 👇 to grab a copy.

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Love,

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