To those of you who may be interested, the death of Lamin Dibba (my guide's) father took place yesterday and his funeral was at 6pm in Pirang. He was also uncle/father to Lamin Dibba the journalist.
He was a kind and friendly man. He called me Fatou Dibba ie considered me a daughter. I celebrated last New Year at his compound and when I left he shook me by the left hand. I am very sad that I was on the other side of the world when the funeral took place. Today I have been feeling down. Tonight I am phoning the family.
Apparently several thousand people attended the funeral.
On solemn occasions like this, bereaved parties appreciate consoling interaction. Your phone call is good idea and will serve a morale booster. There is lot of emotional encounter in situations like this. It takes time before some people recover from it. An English neighbour whose husband died 15 years ago at around 40+ said she is still having to cope with the emotional impact. In Gambia too, it takes some people almost whole of a life time before the sentiment melts down. May the soul of the departed rest in peace.
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.”