Is This Really Goodbye?! [Entry 21]

Then we didn’t have this thing called technology.

We had no phones, no electricity, even that which they called the post office just came in new into town.

Writing wasn’t common those days so most of us didn’t bother sending posts, our words were the only thing we had to give ’cause when we say it, it becomes a promise we have to fulfill.

My family was separated from me the day it happened. The day the riot broke out.

Who would’ve known a riot would breakout in the city that day?

Few weeks later the riot died down, my whole town was empty as i walked through it, dead bodies and burned down houses was all that was left of it.

All I prayed and wished for is my family to move on and forget about me if they ever made it out alive.

I walked into my home but all I found was a fully equipped empty house. I was able to recognize it coz of the family photo we took with our little prince and princess. I took the photo off the wall – the house became the strangest place I’ve ever been to.

Why?! Why did I go into town that day? Why didn’t I continue our hide and seek play with our babies? If only I’d stayed for few more minutes, maybe we would still be together. I thought.

Are they dead? Are they alive? Did they escape the riot? Where they separated? Those were the words that passed through my mind as I left the house in regret of failing my family.

Where do my search start from? What would I do if they were hurt? What would they think of me? A father that left and failed to be there in their times of fear?

Am I a failed father?

I hope they remember my last words to them before I left for town that day, the last thing I said after my promise to return home.

My Goodbye to them.


This article was written by Joel Joshua; connect with him on IG here

67 thoughts on “Is This Really Goodbye?! [Entry 21]

  1. brothers,sons,husband’s,friends and Father who were never meant for war are not fighting for their childrens future….😢😢😢We want peace

  2. We are not meant to be absent, As HUSBAND, FATHER, To our children(family) Big thank you to technology for making everything more easier, that information travels in a tinkle of an eye. In order for us to get updated about things happening in our environment….

  3. A harsh reality we find ourselves in trying to prove who is right and has more power. There is nothing dialogue with fairness cannot solve.peace and healing to the broken hearted.

  4. Wow! Tanuna son of thanos u have done it again. Successfully painting a picture in my head even though this carries sad colours. It’s amazing that u can touch that part of our emotions with Ur words. Good job bro…rooting for ya.

  5. Well done,Joel. You’ v captured our saddening realities vividly in these words. Violence becomes the only way to express grievances. Killing and maiming humans (God’s most priced creation) becomes the best form of expression. Sometimes, I just want to cry at the potentials and solutions to world problems that die as these souls go to waste. We are wasteful! To think we are a society of learned people, to think we are a knowledgeable people. Homes in a heap of burnt shambles. Roads reduced to a blood-flooded mess. Street strewn with decorations of bullet. Corn-fields now turned battle field.
    Our energies are misdirected, our priorities are misplaced…
    I agree with David, “…nothing amicable dialogue and fairness cannot solve”.
    We need to step up and live up to the standards of civilisation that we claim.

  6. This really captured what am going through right now cos war had kept me away from my family. Life of a soldier is like this cos of the everyday war in our community. Let’s hold on to what unites us and do away with what separates us. Nice peace bro. Thumps up

  7. It was a really captivating, heart touching writing. But as sad as it seems, that is what is really happening in the society, we fight with not only ourselves but we also push the young and innocent one’s into the battle. A cry for peace has been prolonged its time we take action it’s time we show peace than speak of it. It’s time we love one another.


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