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*The Air India plane crash.*
To some, just another breaking news story.
To me, it was a soul-stirring reminder of how fragile and unpredictable life really is.

Four lives. Four stories. Four powerful lessons that changed how I see time, purpose, and the grace of each moment.

First: A family who had waited years to fulfill their dream of migrating to the UK.
Life kept getting in the way, responsibilities, delays, decisions.
They finally made it onto the plane… but never reached their destination

And I realized:
We carry so many plans for “someday.” But if we keep waiting, someday becomes never.

Second: A woman who was supposed to be on that flight. She arrived late. Missed the check-in. Pleaded to get on board but was denied. She was frustrated, angry, defeated. Only to later realize: that delay was divine protection.

We don’t always get what we want, because God sees what we cannot.
Sometimes, His “no” is what keeps us alive.

Third: A man who survived.
The plane split in half and he happened to be in the section that didn’t catch fire.
He walked away, dazed and alive, from something no one thought survivable.

It wasn’t luck. It was purpose. And I was reminded of the verse: “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” – Ecclesiastes 3:1

It simply wasn’t his time.

Fourth: And then those who didn’t make it. People with dreams. People with families. People with unfinished stories.
They kissed someone goodbye that morning… not knowing it was the last time.

Their lives remind us that time is not guaranteed. We’re not promised old age. We’re not promised later. What we have is now. A breath. A heartbeat. A chance.

So while you still have today..
While you’re still breathing, still strong, still able, don’t waste it. Don’t wait for the “perfect” moment.

Love now. Apologize now. Forgive now. Dream now. Speak now.

Because life doesn’t always come with warnings. And sometimes… “next time” never comes.

CHIMA THE OUTCAST: a tragedy forbidden love story
In the heart of Igbo land, hundreds of years ago, lived a young man named Chima and a beautiful woman named Adaeze. Chima was an outcaste, born into a family that was shunned by society. Despite his family's poverty and low status, Chima possessed a heart full of love and a spirit that shone brightly. Adaeze, on the other hand, was the daughter of a wealthy and respected family. Her beauty was matched only by her kindness, and she saw in Chima a soul that resonated with her own.
From the moment they met, Chima and Adaeze were inseparable. Their love blossomed in secret, away from the prying eyes of a society that would never accept their union. They met under the cover of night, in the dense forests and by the serene rivers, where they shared dreams of a future together, free from the chains of caste and wealth.
Hu, was furious. They could not fathom their daughter marrying an outcaste, a man with no wealth or status. Instead, they arranged for Adaeze to marry Obinna, a rich man from their own caste. The wedding was set, and preparations began in earnest.
The pain of separation was unbearable for Chima and Adaeze. Each day felt like an eternity, and the thought of living without each other was a torment they could not endure. They continued to meet in secret, their love growing stronger even as the day of Adaeze's wedding approached.
On the eve of her wedding, Adaeze and Chima met one last time. Under the moonlit sky, they held each other close, tears streaming down their faces. They knew that they could not live in a world that would keep them apart. In a final act of love and defiance, they decided to end their lives together, rather than be separated by the cruel dictates of society.
Hand in hand, they walked to the edge of a cliff overlooking the river where they had shared so many happy moments. With a final kiss, they leapt into the abyss, their souls intertwined forever. The next morning, their bodies were found, and the village was plunged into mourning.
Chima and Adaeze's love story became a legend, a tale of forbidden love and the ultimate sacrifice. Their spirits were said to roam the forests and rivers, a reminder of a love so strong that not even death could keep them apart. Their story was a poignant reminder of the power of love and the cruelty of societal norms, a tale that would be told for generations to come.
THE END