| From My Mail Box (A Rejoinder to Eulogies for departed Nigerian Ambassador to Hungary) |
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| Friday, 10 February 2006 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I received an an e-mail from one Nanpan Guyit - obviously the son of the late Nigerian ambassador to Hungary, Gershon Guyit. I had written an article about the late ambassador sometime in December on this inspiring website. Like many other writers I do receive letters about my articles. However, I consider Nanpan's letter to be a proper rejoinder hence the need to reproduce it without editing. Secondly, it contains information I did not include in the said article (Eulogies for departed Nigerian Ambassador to Hungary Please read this letter from Nanpan Guyit: May those bound by prejudice be judged by it. As much as I respect your right to opinion or _ expression or whatever you wish to call it, I can't help but pray for you. I dear anyone to speak truthfully bad about the late ambassador, and I pray God to judge he that lies. I felt hurt about your writing about the late ambassador because I felt you were a person sitting on your high horse, looking down, having no idea about the temperature of the sand but insisting on racing with a man on foot with no shoes and honestly tell yourself that it is a fair race. Believe it or not he was a visionary, and a true patriot. Before you sit in your prejudice chair and insisting on talking about what you don't know just to be different? Do a research on him and his works when he came to the Hungarian Mission and even before. You will discover that the mission has been more active in his little period than ever before. To the extent that because of the frequency of correspondences with the Nigerian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the ministry had to send a delegation to Budapest to actually inspect and see if the embassy is as busy as implied by the files in the Ministries office. Find out how many delegations he has led to various states in Nigeria to find investments. Find out how the embassy actually became a home to Nigerians in Budapest. He made a lot of effort to expose the Nigerian tourism potential, and believe me he made headway and it was just a matter of time and the fruits would start to yield. Even before he was an ambassador, I hope you realize he was the first Local Government Chairman that I know to be elected unopposed, and of which he refused to collect any salary or allowance during his tenure but choose to dedicate it to the service of the poor and underprivileged. At that time he was still not a rich man and even considered to be bigger in status and qualification for the post but he choose to serve his people because he felt he was never bigger than service to the people. He was never a rich man by the worldly standards and died not a rich man by worldly standards. But he was rich in his heart and rich in love for humanity and that is why you heard everything you heard. I wish you were at his burial in Nigeria, you would have experienced the Spirit of God and you would not be thinking the way you were. Because I can tell you, you have not heard the half of it. I wish you understood what it means to be a poor boy, with no Godfather, who had to make it from the scratch by hard work only. I can go on, and if you do your research and find me wrong in anyway may God judge me. I wish you knew whom you were talking about; I wish you would not talk if you had nothing to say. You see ambassador Guyit died because he choose to be good, do your research! It is enough pain to loose a man who was a great teacher, a good friend, a great father, to a the hate, envy, insecurity, and evil of this world when you know you have not seen the best of him yet, how much more the only thing he left behind in place of worldly wealth is a good legacy for his family and friends to live with. To have someone uninformed attempt to attack it for the fun of it or even just for a column, is gravely unfair and a call for the justice of God. May each man be judged by his works. I realized that this world is strange and like a hexagon has many sides. While I can barely believe the situation and my tears are barely half way down my face, the world had dealt me a very strong blow, At the same time, some people will beat drums of joy, some would thrive on the situation to make head way, some will find laughter. A strange cruel world; pain, joy, envy, tears, laughter etc. in the same room. My father barely lived in this world, at least let him Die in peace.
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Posted by Robot| 10.02.2006 10:20