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Some have lived and are gone, some are still living for nothing because they never got their purpose of living. Tomorrow will come and may mean goodbye. We all never know when or why. But you are awake today this moment, this minute. So [...] Read More What Will You Die For? …for those who have lost a mother my face is wet and i know not yet whether it be rain or tears my heart beats with spasmodic feats is it anticipation or fear that bring this tears i see through the blur of [...] Read More tears… I woke to the sound of mother’s wail. which relative had died again?’ I wondered. Mother’s wail always had to do with relatives which we could hardly recall or ones we didn’t know. She’d start by saying, when one of us approached to console [...] Read More My Brother and I He felt it. Something told him everything was not right. What was it? He slowed his pace and checked his watch. 11:27pm. He looked right and left. Nothing. Read More Wild Riches (1) I am a coffin maker but I prefer to call myself an end-of-life transportation consultant. The truth is that I find it difficult to tell people what I do for a living. I soon came to the realization that while we all know death [...] Read More The Glimpse In The Mirror Every time I pass by that spot, while on the blue bus, I wonder why life goes on. The streets are still busy, people are still shopping, even though your life has been snuffed out. You are dead, gone forever, snatched bloodily from the [...] Read More Time Did Not Stop. I wrote this two years ago after we laid my uncle to rest. He was sixty two years old and looking forward to the arrival of his first grandchild. We had no warning. No sign. He went to bed hale and hearty and never [...] Read More THE LAST ENEMY “Get up!” I heard again and this time I looked up to see who it was. My vision was slightly blurred but the voice was unmistakable. It was Martins; he was pulling my right hand trying to drag me to my feet. He had [...] Read More Love in Gamawa (6) Dear Aisha I’m moving out of the house and into a lil’ hut Don’t worry about me, success is my only option; failure’s not I’ve worked my butt off long enough But I need to be brave and hex away this curse [...] Read More A note to Aisha An intercourse of death calls and a missing sister, a missing daughter, springs off her feet in response. - [...] Read More An Intercourse of Death You have just closed your eyes in sleep — a different kind of sleep, and then you hear someone calling your name and you find yourself slowly slipping to the other side. But you are still hearing your loved ones, raising their voices to a feverish pitch. They are saying something that sounds like an unbroken string of mono syllabic words ; you recognize it as the tongues of angels, the tongues of mystery. This mysterious language is broken up by fierce , passionate singing and deafening clapping: “He has promised he will never fail”, the song goes , but you are going and they still continue praying and singing, singing and praying, voices hoarse, tears streaming down. But then you go. It is final. You have gone. [...] Read More OF LEGACIES AND REMEMBRANCES |
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