Today I had the unwholesome task of overseeing the funeral of my niece.
Grace Alovor was my late 1st cousin, Afi’s only child. I am just 3 years older than her and we related more like brother and younger sister.
The funeral took place at Atan Cemetery in Yaba.
The state of that cemetery is to say the least appalling.
I was responsible for securing the burial plot, so I had to visit the cemetery several times before the funeral.
Each time I went there I had to cringe at the utter state of desolation it was in.
Old vaults bore the scars of grave robbery, either the bodies were dislodged to steal the caskets or for body snatchers to harvest body parts for rituals.
The weeds were also massively overgrown with the obvious possibility of being infested with vermin and serpents.
It would appear that our disdain for the value of human life also extends to the death of humans also.
To think that the Yaba Local Government actually charges as much as one hundred thousand Naira for a burial plot at Atan but will not bother with landscaping the place.
I guess I’m asking for too much to expect that the local government will even consider a word I have said, let’s just say I want to be on record as having pointed out this anomaly.