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Be Inspired: Kechi Okwuchi

I remember the Sosoliso plane crash. I had only been in the United States for a few months and I remember my extreme devastation on receiving news of the plane crash that took 109 lives from us. 60 of them had been students from Loyola Jesuit College in Abuja and out of the 60, Kechi Okwuchi was the only survivor. With burns covering 60% of her body and over 75 surgeries later, Kechi’s story is one of perseverance and determination. I was lucky enough to carry out a phone interview with her. I remember Kechi’s voice for the first time. It was strong, deep and with a certain sweetness to it. I interviewed Kechi in 2011 on my first blog, but her story is worth telling again.

YTell me about the actual crash, if you may.

Kechi: The pilot announced that we were going to land in the airport in about 20 minutes and the plane started descending. I was in an aisle seat which is really unusual for me because I like the window so I couldn’t really see what was going on outside. Suddenly everything seemed different. We were going down way too fast. Someone in the back was shouting. It was a woman’s voice, “Is this plane trying to land?” When she said that, everyone started panicking. I looked to the side to my friend and she was looking really scared and I was probably looking just as scared.  So we held hands and tried to pray, but before we could even start to say, “In Jesus’ name”, there was this really loud, searing sound right in my ear and the next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital.

YUnderstand that you don’t have to answer any of my questions, but how did you deal with the loss of your friends and the other people you knew on the plane?

Kechi: Well at that point when I woke up in the hospital, I automatically assumed that since I was alive, everyone else was alive too. I was told by the psychiatrist in the hospital 4 months later that I was the only survivor of all the students and only one of two survivors of the entire flight. I cried a whole lot. I was devastated. The first person I could think of was my friend Toke Bagru, the girl that was sitting beside me because she was my closest friend. She was the first person I thought of because she had been the last face I had seen before the crash. My mother was there with me the whole time, she’s my rock. She let me cry everything out. I still cry, but I don’t like the idea of being constantly sad about it. If I stay sad and constantly depressed, it’s an insult to their memory. I want to live my life to the fullest, not just for myself, but for them too. 

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It’s Friday…
Jesus is praying, Peter is asleep. Judas is betraying…
… but Sunday’s a Comin’.

It’s Friday…
Pilate is struggling, the Sanhedrin is conspiring, the crowd is vilified…
they don’t even know that…Sunday’s a Comin’.

It’s Friday…
The disciples are running in every direction like sheep
without a shepherd, Mary’s crying, Peter’s denying
…but they don’t know…that Sunday’s a Comin’.

It’s Friday…
the Romans beat my Jesus, they robe him in scarlet,
they crown him with thorns,
…but they don’t know, Sunday’s a Comin’!

See Jesus walking to Calvary, his blood dripping,
his body’s stumbling, and his spirit’s burdened,
but see it’s only Friday, Sunday’s a Comin!

It’s Friday…
The world’s winning, people are sinning
and evil’s grinning…it’s Friday

The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands to the cross…
They nail my Savior’s feet to the cross…
Then they raise him up next to criminals…
it’s Friday, but let me tell you something…

Sunday’s a Comin’!

It’s Friday…
The disciples are questioning, “What has happened to our King?”
and the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved…
but they don’t know…it’s only Friday.
Sunday’s a Comin’!

It’s Friday…
He’s hanging on the cross, feeling forsaken by his Father,
left alone and doubting, can nobody save him?
Oh…it’s Friday…but…
Sunday’s a Comin’!

It’s Friday…
The temple veil ripped from top to bottom - the earth
shook - the rocks split and tombs opened.
The centurion screamed in fear ‘Truly He was the Son of
… Sunday’s a Coming

It’s Friday…
the Earth Trembles, the sky grows dark,
my King yields his spirit…
it’s Friday…hope is lost…death has won,
sin has conquered…and Satan’s just a laughin’

It’s Friday…
Jesus is buried, a soldier stands guard,
and a rock is rolled into place…
but it’s Friday…it is only Friday…
Sunday is a Comin!

People are saying ‘As things have been, so they shall
always be. You can’t change anything in this world’
… but Sunday’s a Coming!

It’s Friday…
Satan’s doing a little jig saying ‘I control the whole
… but Sunday’s a Coming!

It’s Sunday!!!
The angel like dazzling lightning, rolled the stone
away, exclaiming, ‘He is not here! He is risen!’
It’s Sunday!!!! It’s Sunday!!!! It’s Sunday!!!!


The TRUE meaning of EASTER

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