Jennifer, the widow of the late Flight Lieutenant Alfred Olufade, on Monday lamented that her husband dreamt of last Friday’s plane crash a day before the incident.
Olufade was among the 11 persons that died in the ill-fated Nigerian Air Force Beechcraft aircraft, which was conveying the late Chief of Army Staff (COAS), Lieutenant General Ibrahim Attahiru, some top military officers, and their aides to Kaduna before it crashed whilst landing.
In her tribute to the deceased on her Instagram page, the widow who had barely enjoyed her marriage of three months, said when he informed her he was going to Kaduna, she called repeatedly to dissuade him but he didn’t take his call.
She said: “Letter to my husband, my Sparkle+ Late Flt. Lt. AAO. You went too soon, you had bigger dreams and all the dreams scattered ah ah ah my inseparable, they’ve scattered us.
“Oh Sparkle, you left me so early, oh my best friend where do I start from? I am broken and pieced, my heart aches. This wasn’t what you promised me, you said you will always be there for me. Where are you now? Oh, 20th of May you took away my rare gem. We were inseparable; oh God, I am scattered and incomplete.
“Same 20th of May about 4 am, you woke me up with fear and said baby, baby, I had a bad dream. I dreamt that I crashed on our way to Kaduna; you said it looked – real very real.
“I prayed for you seriously that morning and asked you not to worry. I asked you about your mission order and who you were flying with. You told me Flt. Lt. Asaniyi.
“I said don’t worry; you will go and come back. Oh, my World, you did; you went to Enugu, Owerri, and back to Abuja. We did a video call, we spoke at length and you were just smiling and laughing. Little did I know that was your last smile and laugh I would see.
“And the next message I received was you were going to Kaduna; my heart shattered, I smelt danger. I quickly messaged you, saying wow seriously. I started calling you, you didn’t pick. I called and called my Sparkle didn’t pick, why didn’t you pick up, why?
“I wanted to beg you not to go. My heart panicked. You told me; you were coming home to eat pounded yam and egusi. I waited for you. How do I imagine myself eating without you? Is that even possible?
“These three months have been heaven to me. We eat together on the same plate, we prayed together, we laughed together, and cried together.
“I never imagined losing you or typing R.I.P. This wasn’t the plan you had for me. We promised to tour the world together; you said you will always be by my side.”