The memory of an ineffaceable, and melancholic stain.
A memory that casks an avalanche of sorrows,
griefs capable of stifling the strength of our bones and marrows.
sorrows that harbor harrowing effects, and unappetizing tastes has taken domain.

O death; on 10-10-20, you laid an imprint of icicles on our minds.
Nine days had barely elapsed, when Albert and Gifty were discovered dead.
The stalactites of colossal professional barrels engulfed and entwined the wind.
The staffs of the Internal Audit Agency (IAA) are bewildered,
death has snatched our foreman; we are mystified, confounded and battered. 
Honorable Emmanuel Barthan Nyeswa (DG), a true foreman with vision for the profession.
An astute Statesman with tremendous passion for Internal Auditing per distinction.
Your strength lie in pursuing the needed resources to get an audit activity functional.
You would call upon me more than five (5) times before the end of a laboring day. 
10-10-20, has gone in history for a perpetual cessation of existence for a dear
friend.  
A boss who recognizes skills, strength, artistry, artifice; an act that has yielded
dividend.  
The eve, after a hard day’s work, you offered your Senior staffs weekend dinner.
For quality, you congregated us at the city’s luxurious restaurant “CALABASH”. 
“CALABASH”, a chateau with glamourous air, and edifice overlooking a lagoon that
barrels a beautiful body of blue water. 
Ornamental lights, the welcoming dazzle of beautiful flowers, the waiters’ queenly
saunters;
The melodious music, well-prepared meals, services with adorable smiles validated
DG’s choice.  
The glamour attested inconceivability of any premonition of an eminent loss, for
we’re mere mortals.
The seemingly beautiful night, with appealing breeze swept across the aroma of
dishes ordered. 
We crunched on pizzas, roasted fish, lobsters, deliciously prepared mushrooms, and
the list continues.
An ideal working session, DG issued working instructions and gave timelines to us
one-by-one,
hilariously speaking, he assigned working tasks with set objectives and insists they
be done. 
The gathering symbolized a down-to-earth leadership, with immense passion for
coworkers.
Assembling staffs to dinner and discussing entity’s progress signifies leadership
without borders.
O DG, what a visionary!
Enrollment of auditors for the CIA exam,
Moving the entity to a bigger building in Congo Town,
Establishment of a modern Computer Lab,
Establishment of a modern Testing Center.
10-10-20; I awoke-up to a monstrous list of missed calls.
Calls unusual to behold, but familiarly scaring to suggest a fall.
I’ve witnessed missed calls, but 15, or 20 calls from staffs of the same entity is a
maul.
Glancing at the phone, I was anxious to return the calls, while sitting close to the
walls.
I felt nervy, I hoped there was nothing wrong, I prayed the news was not injurious.
I wished the news was a progress, I craved to hear the betterment of the IAA. 
Boom! “DG is dead”, the voice uttered.
What? Who DG? I inquired.
“How many DGs do you have”? The voice cheeked. 
I uttered a loud cry, I was devastated, shattered and decimated.
A cry that reminded me of my late Angelic sister, depressed.   
10-10-20, a day to remember, a debacle  to live with.