SLEEP WELL OMOJA, SEMINARIANS, NGITEPETH & ETHUR ARE WEEPING

The boy wrote this letter and signed it before taking poison

Today, this Tuesday I've felt another shock of the year 2013. Boy, a young school lad shouldn’t pass on just like an insect.  Not like a white ant whose lifespan is naturally brief and flimsy. This particular loss is as agonizing as…hard to tell.

The S.2 student of Apostles of Jesus Minor Seminary in Moroto district committed suicide. The incident took place in Tapac Sub County, Moroto District on Monday 9^th. His problems may only be traced from his aunt, a teacher at Tapac Primary school.

Omoja was on holiday and stayed at the teachers’ school quarters in Tapac. Well, family issues are countless. Investigators hopefully may find out more, but the boy took poison and died in Moroto Hospital where he was rushed to on Tuesday 10^th. In his pocket, a letter below was found.

8.9.2013

TAPAC SUB COUNTY

P.O BOX MOROTO

 

Dear my family members,

I am not happy to write this letter to you. The purpose for writing this is to inform you that my days have come to an end and I also request you to pray for me that I may rest in peace.

And my last greetings go to the following people: my mother Ogwang Sofia, my father Owilli Jimmy, my big brother Omara Samuel, my sisters; Auma, Acheng, Akidi and lastly Akech. My grandmother, my step mother, my Aunt Awilli, my beloved brother Omara and all my relatives. So I request you to pray for my soul to rest in eternal peace.

 

I forgot to greet my great girl friend Atai Immaculate Martha and all my friends who are in this world. What made me to kill myself is the problem that I am facing in this world. Pray for me that I may rest in peace.
 

Thanks.

Your beloved son,

Omoja Fonicus Omoja

Note: I should be buried anywhere even though Tapac or anywhere else.

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The ambulance for Tapac Health Centre III   was at service instantaneously as the boy's condition threatened. The nurses, staff of the health unit did 100% service to try and keep life in the boy before setting the ambulance on road. Omoja’s life nonetheless met a full stop at Moroto hospital where I strongly believe the doctors must have done everything possible to try and save the tender life of this seminarian.

As the investigating team fill the bumpy road to Tapac tomorrow, sorrow fills the small community of the Tepeth who knew the boy. One close friend of the deceased describes him as a very quiet and disciplined guy. Most people who knew him strongly believe that someone could have silently planted stress in the boy’s life as he never knew how to cause any sort of trouble.

Although the boy like me is from Abim district, I never knew him. I never saw him. I will never see him again.  Now I write out of emotions generated from what people talk and the feelings of those who knew my brother Fonicus. Thus, all I can afford now is prayers, prayers for the good boy I didn’t meet. I plead that he rests well and waits for us not outside the kingdom of God.

Mean time, I hope the perpetrator (s) of Omoja’s death should realise the kind of loss he/she could have caused to Apostles of Jesus Seminary, to the kind hearted Tepeth community who treasured the poor boy, but most importantly, the loss to his family people in Abim district.

 Even if the architect of Omoja’s death will be made to face earthly punishments, life is sincerely irreplaceable whatsoever. A lesson though it is to those of us who are still alive and taking care of dependants. Let’s be human, share happiness and protect life. 

Brother Fonicus may your soul rest in a place out of harm's way.