READ: The Departed
I saw for the first time what it was to say “Dead”, when I lost me grandma. I was only 8 then, but I reacted a bit late; I cried 10hrs after I saw her still body (last to get the joke, only it wasn’t a joke this time) and strangely (I magically had measles) so I missed the burial rites but was around and healthy for the 40days and 10 years remembrance (as food was guaranteed la).
Resumed to JSS1 the weekend before the mid -term only to get back from the break and was told a class mate was dead (didn’t know her by face and name), paid my condolence. Another was gone in the following years childrens’ day, this, was a friend this time around and I paid condolence in my own way.
Over the course of my short journey in life, I’ve lost classmates, course mates, senior colleagues, junior colleagues, even strangers. I’ve come across different reactions to death (wailers, mourners, weepers, screamers, quiet, least concerned), read different description of death; some paint it sweet, some see it as horrible, all I know is its inevitable. I deal with deaths in an awkward manner, I ignore the news for a week and dig up memories I have of the person, and I cherish them till my time comes. No speeches or comments on facebook, no querying of God (God why?) And no pity.
Death is inevitable, no matter how long you live, size of your bank account, your being carefully, and your achievements. Do not linger in the past for the faithful departed, instead, appreciate their life and move on. Life is at the end of it all is short. You might see me as a ‘least concerned’ person, but you need to understand that your 40days of mourning and wallowing in darkness and depression won’t change the present event, just man up and move on (life goes on). Respect the dead for you shall join them soon, so make your life worthy of praise and remembrance (positively or negatively), a lit match in a tsunami is memorable than the one used to light the stove.
For those of us who will have the opportunity to live to our gray days or are still alive at this very moment, I leave you with the words of the Indian Chief Tecumseh (after the write up). To those who have lost loved ones, be strong and keep moving. To the fallen soldiers in the race, u will be fondly remembered.
“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view,
and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled
with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
May the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace. Amen. Safe
Obinna Achinivu, Feyisayo, Tobi, Uchenna Echefu, Suleiman Hamza, Jendor, Suzette, Alhaja Ojora and those not mentioned
The memiors of a Pensioner’s son, Not Edited or proofread just poured out… Safe