When Your Dream Is Gone

By Olatunde Turner-Edem

Losing a loved one is one of the most difficult things one has to deal with in life. It is one of the most painful experience where we say good bye to people we love. Some get to say goodbye through the final burial of that individual, while others may not get such opportunity as they cannot find the remains of the loved one or do not know their whereabouts. Losing someone has such finality to it and sometimes it takes a while for us to come to terms with the reality.  Death is final call of everyone living on earth and at one point in time of our lives we will go through the motion of losing someone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Olatunde Turner-Edem
• Release date: Jul 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9789789425952

Olatunde Turner-Edem

Olatunde Turner-Edem is a graduate of the University of Lagos, where she studied Guidance and Counselling. Olatunde enjoys writing and is passionate about her counseling profession which has prompted her to write this book and create an awareness of what is prevalent but unspoken in our society and world at large. She is married to Francis Edem and lives in Lagos Nigeria with her family

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When Your Dream Is Gone

Olatunde Turner-Edem

Published by Olatunde Turner-Edem, 2015.

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

WHEN YOUR DREAM IS GONE

First edition. July 17, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Olatunde Turner-Edem.

ISBN: 978-9789425952

Written by Olatunde Turner-Edem.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

When Your Dream Is Gone

About the Author

Dedication

TO THE HOLY SPIRIT MY COMFORTER & HELPER

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

There is not a day of my life that I do not thank God for my husband, Francis Edem  for believing in my dream, and always encouraging me to keep writing, I love you always.

I want to thank my mum for her love and support, my sister Lara for making her eyewitness account available for this book, my eldest sister Tope for her support.

I want to thank Seyi Omisore for his contribution to this book.

I would also like to thank my friend and Editor Sammy Sage Hassan, who was with me from the get go of the dream to its completion, for the inspiration and contribution to this book.

I would like to acknowledge the love and support of my cousin Adesolape Oyeusi for taking time to edit this work over and over again and the encourage-ment to keep writing.

I would also like to appreciate my wonderful mother in-law for giving me the permission to write her own story in this book,  I am grateful.

Finally, I would like to appreciate Pastor Yemi and Bimbo Davids who over the years God used to mentor and encourage me in the Christian race.

And to all Bukky’s friends who have contributed in one way or the other to the publishing of this book: Titilola Doherty,  Efe Andriana Dotie and Adrian Reed.

In memory of my late father

REV. JOHN OLAWUNMI TURNER

December 24, 1940 – June 6, 2007

and

my sister

MISS. OLUWABUKUNOLA OYINLOLA TURNER

May 28, 1984 – August 17, 2014

Broken, so broken,

Over a million pieces

I see them everywhere

It is so broken,

How can I go on with these broken pieces?

Who can help mend it back?

My heart cries out, my tears flood the street,

Who can help mend it back?

The dream is no more, the future is dim,

The light is almost out,

Then I saw it.

I saw it from a distance, just on the horizon,

HE comes with the balm,

HE comes with his healing

HE has come to mend it back;

HE has come to give me back my dream.

Summer Rain

Summer rain

I sit in the icy dark, nursing everyone's pain

I look to find gain

If any

I find many

But they are all zany

Crazy thoughts whirl the pool of my mind

Life teaches too many lessons

To people unwilling to learn

Unwilling to unlearn

Folly

We rather be jolly

Our lives a cart

The world an isle

We push our trolleys

In the vast supermarket

Yet fail to make any meaningful purchase

We chase shadows

Foreheads in furrows

We ferret and burrow

On time we borrow

Reality is not real

We prefer the fantasies of our secret thoughts

We grasp at the wind

The