ZUTTIE’s PLACE

Nna oma m, it has been three years since you left me—Nwanyioma—and your beloved sons. Life has been unsteady since then, and grief has often drawn me away from the society we once walked through hand in hand. We promised each other companionship into old age, but God alone knows why you were taken so soon.

Though we were married for twenty years, it always felt as though we were still in our honeymoon—still discovering each other, still laughing, still deeply in love. You gave us a life of quality and grace. You showed me the world, flying me across countries, but more importantly, you anchored me in love, friendship, and closeness.

I miss you—our bond, our intimacy, the way our souls understood each other without words. My King, you will always reign in our hearts.

Your boys have grown into men, and their steps are being divinely ordered by God Almighty. Your legacy lives on in them—and in me.
Now an angel, do join the hosts in heaven to pray for us—for your sons, for their successful paths, and for me, the woman who still carries your love.

Keep soaring in Christ, my Khrushchev. Tout ira bien!