Imogie Mubarak Abdulwahab

Zainab
Zainab
Jul 10, 2017 · 3 min read

“Living is what we do while waiting to die.” — M

Nothing can describe the pain in my head and the hurt in my chest. No words can tell exactly how shaken I am by the news of your death.

I write sometimes to ease pain or to let go as some form of therapy but this time I’m writing because words must be written about you , stories must be told of how awesome and incredible you were to me, to upcoming and already existing people in the tech community and to the world.

So many people have stories, you touched lives directly and indirectly in way you couldn’t possibly imagine. This is a bid to write about how you touched my life…no, this post won’t do justice but I will write it anyway.

I’ve always known you, right from secondary school though we didn’t talk much but we interacted well on twitter and we bumped into each other randomly in uni. The last time I recall seeing you was during service year in 2016, I had just left the dentists so we sat down at a restaurant and were talking…I didn’t do much talking because of my swollen mouth but I remember vividly you telling me about slack and I was like “what’s that?” and you explained to me, we talked about tech,masters and Nigeria and future plans, we talked about work and the crazy rush.

Fast forward to later, I told you I started learning to code, you were happy and offered everything to help.

Started telling me about mentors and we even had a project on InVision where he’d drop designs and I’d code it and he’d correct me and guide me on what I should have done where.

He followed through, he was so busy but he always had time. He made me want to do more, to be more and not give up. He’d check on me as if he was the one that needed my help.

Mubarak was perfect. He was kind and witty and boy was he talented, the best if you ask me. I admired him, I spoke about him with so much love, pride and admiration.

I received a mail from InVision about 2 weeks ago informing me you had resolved one of the projects we were doing and I kept on telling myself I’d call or send a message or reach out but I never did. It wouldn’t have changed anything but maybe helped for closure I don’t know.

Mubarak wanted the best for everybody and he tried in everyway possible. He left his mark in my life and I would never forget him.

Rest on M, for by His Grace you are in a better place. Till we meet again friend. ❤

Read Silm’s touching and heartbreaking tribute; “Imogie Mubarak AbdulWahab” @M_Silm https://medium.com/@momohsilm/imogie-mubarak-abdulwahab-66a6d777adce

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