Showing posts with label Moseray fadika. Show all posts
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Friday, 19 August 2016

The Remains of Super Moseray Fadika Will Be Laid At The Miatta Conference Hall For The CIVIC FUNERAL SERVICE Today












 PROGRAMME OF EVENTS FOR THE VIGIL AND BURIAL OF OUR LEADER THE LATE MOSERAY G. S. FADIKA (Super)
Thursday 18/08/2016:
Arrival of the corpse by Air France at the Lungi International Airport at 5:30 PM.
Then they will drive in a convoy using the Lungi – Port Loko route. The convoy will stop at the following places so that mourners and close relatives will have the opportunity to pay their last respect to our fallen hero;
LOKOMASAMA – PORT LOKO – MASIAKA – WATERLOO – KISSY ROAD. Then the remains of our late leader will be taken to the Columbia Davies Funeral Home.
The VIGIL will start at exactly 9:00 PM. All mourners are expected to light a candle, wherever you may be at this time and pray for our late father, brother, friend and leader. The procession will start from Magazine Cut – Kissy Road – Cline Town – Fourah Bay Road to Eastern police (Clock Tower). Finally, dozens of artists will perform  live their tribute songs in honour of our late ambassador.

Friday 19/08/2016
The remains of Super Moseray Fadika will be laid at the Miatta Conference Hall for the CIVIC FUNERAL SERVICE at 10:00 AM. After the ceremony, the corpse will be taken to Magazine Cut, where the “Dschenasa Prayer” will be done at a mosque he built inside the Fadika Compound; upon completion of the prayer the remains will be laid to rest at the Kissy Road Cemetry. The is a very big national setback. Udat go sponsor d show dem now? udat go support d youth-man dem now?, udat go help d market woman dem now? Udat go …aaaaa Super! Even in death u are flying

Thursday, 18 August 2016

Fadika Returns Home on Shoulder High

Today, a hero returns home on shoulder high from the UK. Late  Moseray Fadika in the words of Jonathan Stager.
 DO THEY MISS Me (FADIKA)
  Do they miss me at home, do they miss me
It would be an assurance most dear
To know that this moment some loved one
Were saying, I wish he were here.

To feel that the group at the fireside
Were thinking of me as I roam,
Oh, Yes would the joy beyond measure
To know that they miss me at home
To know that they miss me at home.

When twilight approaches the season
That ever is sacred to song,
Does someone reflect my name
And sigh that I tary so long.

And is there a chord in the musick,
That’s missed when my voice is away,
And a chord in each heart that awaketh
Regret at my wearisome day
Regret at my wearisome day.

Do they set me a chair near the table
When evenings home pleasures are nigh,
When the candles are lit in the parlor,
And the stars in the calm azure sky.

And when the goodnights are repeated,
And lay them down to their sleep
Do they think of the absent and weep more
Or whisper goodnight while they sweep
Or whisper goodnight while they weep.

Do they miss me at home , do they miss me
At morning, at noon or at night
And linger one gloomy round them
That only my presence can light
And joys less invitingly welcome
And pleasures less hale than before
Because one is missing from the circle
Because I am with them no more.
Because I am with them no more.