The last moment for every living being

Death is inevitable, and it makes life precious. We are born to die at some point. No one can ever say no when it heeds its call. The saddest part is we do not know when the dark cloud of death pours on us. What will end us remains a mystery.

Each time I hear that someone is dead, it gets me thinking deeply about what will end my life. Is it some sickness, accident, or suicide? Well, I don’t know. Whatever it is, my prayer is when the call comes, I need to have my funeral cover fully insured. It’s sad when you are gone and not prepared for that time especially when you are in the Diaspora.

Repatriation of a deceased body is pretty expensive and it’s so sad when you leave the entire burden to your loved ones. Of course, you will be gone but let people celebrate you till the very last second of your existence. Don’t let them curse you under their breaths for not being organised. They can flood their statuses with MHDSRIEP messages but deep inside mad at you for not preparing for this day yet you knew it would come.

Where I come from, it’s taboo to talk about death but then it’s not a secret. Let us be conscious of this certainty because we are all going to die. Be cautious of your lifestyle and save yourself from self-inflicted sicknesses.

As I write this, I am mourning a brother who died of liver cirrhosis. He chose to be an alcohol and smoking addict till his liver was corroded. All he left with us are memories of his uncontrollable drinking habits. May his soul rest in eternal peace. Alcohol is not bad, but we gotta drink responsibly.