By Amadou Jallow, Mandinaba
At exactly eight minutes after twelve midnight on Sunday, my phone rang in an irregular call that sounded to my ears as if it was a dream. When I woke-up and checked, it was from Alieu Ceesay. I took it that he was just on his usual jokes as the three of us, including Musa Ndow always do.
But the heart immediately asked me to hold on as such a midnight call may not be as normal as i thought it to be. And then it was exactly that… Pa Modou Fall and Musa Ndow are gone… and gone forever from the face of the earth. What? My hands began to limp and the phone almost fell down after the call.
The death of these two colleagues is by far one of the grimiest news I have ever received. These two gentlemen are some of the finest people I have ever worked with. Truly, death is inevitable.
I joined the former Daily Observer newspaper in September 2006, just a month after Musa Ndow as freelance journalists and Pa Modou Fall joined us after some years from The Point. But we were already a family that shared everything together including happiness in the most fascinating comradeship. These two men were perfect colleagues with heavy dreams of their advantage, family and the entire Gambia.
The hearts are heavy and the body too limped to carry the encumbrance. I tell you… whoever knows these two gentlemen or once crossed paths with them would understand where I am coming from. May Allah be pleased with them and offer them bountiful resting place in the highest of Jannah. Ameen.
Just starting his own family life, Musa remained optimistic about the future and that of his little children especially the twins, Ousainou and Assan. He loved his family dearly and always ensured that they are first satisfied before him. His mum had recently come to live with him at his Lamin Daranka residence while on medical treatment. But only Allah can tell the future and we submit our total belief in him in his decision and pray for him to extend the lives of their young ones.
Pa Modou Fall… my in-law, as he always addresses me… is just the perfect gentleman who never gave-up in offering advice and encouragement to colleagues and relatives. He knew virtually everywhere his relatives are and I got to know… one of his nemeses is breaking family relationship… this is an example of a true Muslim and gentlemen. But the time has come for them to return to their final homeland.
However, it is only Allah who knows, with the deaths of these two gentlemen, memories will ever be green, and that we would be fitted, to bear our hearts in grief and our whole families with an auspicious and a dropping eye.
As they journey to the land of no return to meet their creator. I pray that they are received by the angels with the warmest hands.
My thoughts and prayers remain resolute and with them both. They will be missed very dearly. May their souls keep blooming like beautiful lights that they took with them as their memories forever remain with us.