Mr. Akilor was no exception, he was indeed a good man, a father, and a mentor to many, you can’t be close to Mr. Akilor without being fully immersed in his love.
I met Mr. Akilor in 2020 when I was going around looking for a job and any form of internship program whilst waiting for my certificate to be released by my school, without the certificate it was hard to get a job.
Since I couldn’t get a decent job I decided to improve myself, I have been in the media world for sometime now and I wanted to explore radio broadcasting.
I decided to go submit my internship application at a Radio station, the way the curriculum is designed over here, you do your internship when you are still in college, and your school gives you a letter to take to any organization of your choice or for those in the medical field you do your internship or housemanship after college but you need a letter from your school.
There was a girl with no letter from her school, only a letter written by herself Lol, I just wanted to take the chance, I went that day with the mindset of accepting whatever the outcome was.
On that fateful day, I was super pumped, ready to take the world, I went to three radio stations and they told me they couldn’t accept me except I had a letter from my school, with all the disappointment I just absentmindedly walked into the fourth radio station with the feeling that I would be disappointed yet again.
When I met one of the directors of the radio station he said the same thing as the other three radio station directors said but he added something to his own.
He said he was going to train me if I paid him heavily, the amount he called was outrageous, there was nowhere that huge amount of money could come from so I left disappointed yet again.
On my way out, the receptionist asked me what the outcome of my meeting with the director was, while I was explaining to her Mr. Akilor stepped in, apparently, he overheard my conversation with the receptionist, and he immediately gave me a newspaper to read, I did and he asked me to talk about the entertainment industry, immediately I finished he asked if I would love to join his show every Saturdays.
“Sir I have no experience in Radio broadcasting,” I interrupted him.
“A little touch here and there and you’d be fine my dear, you definitely can do it, you will get to meet various people of your age and once you go with the flow that is it”. I remembered those exact words because those words lifted my spirit, it renewed my hope again.
How fast my emotions moved from feeling disappointed and dejected to being excited.
I went home and broke the news to my family and everyone was happy and they were also glad about the turn of events.
Mr. Akilor kept on teaching me the ropes of Radio broadcasting, although I didn’t stay too long there but I enjoyed every bit of it, all thanks to him.
The first time I went on air and I was nervous and sick to my stomach Mr. Alikor kept on signaling me that I was doing great.
He was such a nice person, you would never see him get mad at anybody, everybody loved Mr. Akilor
He just had a way of making you feel better, he would constantly encourage me and tell me so many stories, there was never a dull moment whenever Mr. Akilor was around, we called it the “Akilor effect”.
He was ever ready to go above and beyond for anybody, he didn't care if you were family or not as long as he could help.
I moved to a different city after some time, I wasn’t in contact with him again, my plan was to pay him a surprise visit in his office whenever I go back to the city, I knew he would be all excited and would continue to emphasize on how big and pretty I have become because he was so good at complimenting people, I was looking forward to seeing his shocked face after he sees me but all that got shattered two weeks ago.
Mr. Akilor died after a brief illness
He died, leaving all his loved ones behind in this world. I haven't been on Facebook for a long time but I decided to visit the platform two weeks ago, while I was going through my feed I saw Mr. Akilor's pictures everywhere with RIP on it, I shouted out of shock before I could even read the contents of all the posts.
I started reading through all of them and I couldn't help but break down, is it how fickle life is? How is it possible that you just stop seeing someone after some time?
Ever since I heard of his demise I have been beating myself up, I could have kept in touch with him all these while instead of preparing my grand surprise, I should have visited him sooner or even called to check up on him. If I didn't log in on Facebook that day does that mean I wouldn't have known he passed on? someone that was like family to me?
I feel so bad that I will never get to hear him call my name again, laugh at the littlest joke or tease me again.
If good deeds could bring people back to life, Mr. Akilor would have been up a long time ago, or better still he wouldn’t have died in the first place.
Regardless of everything that happened I am happy I met him and that he impacted my life, I know he's in a good place free from all the struggles and pains of life.
RIP Mr. Akilor I will forever cherish all the good memories we shared.
PS: The image used in this post belongs to Mr. Akilor
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Loads of Love🥰🥰
XOXO
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