[This is spurred from series of death witnessed over time, knowing its discussion stirs panic and fear in the heart of many, and regardless, its reality is something we cannot but accept — the hard way.]

Death, the god of blood who daily accepts the sacrifice of life, is a sting every man must bear regardless of hair or skin colour, a bitter tonic everyone must drink, a pill every human must swallow mindless of health.

At a point, a juncture of our life, we’ve had people, persons dear to us, close, casual, and oblivious of our existence pierced by the daggers of death, the thought of which makes our heart groan, our beliefs shaken, and our minds daunted. Oh then, we wished we knew beforehand, maybe we would have done something, anything to make them stay. Natural or not, death is inevitable; no man can hide, for when the many agents of death knocks, as much as the victim fights, (a losing one at that) trying to hold to that last piece of breath, a battle won before it started could not but take them captive.

[As fate will have it, unfortunate some have never been to see a man breath his last, except in the movies. The virtual, make-believe death is nothing compared to the real thing, but then, friends and enemies have gone down the pit, and after a while, they gradually fade from memory, depending on the impact they made on us.]

At the reality of death, we find it hard to believe we won’t see them again, that we would no longer share moments, their laugh we’d no longer hear,their warmth we’d no longer feel, and their voices, no longer audible. Those times we shared lingers; the pleasant and bad times recur and hard it is to accept the sudden fact that that cold-blooded creature, lying lifeless in that piece of furniture is never gonna be with us again. How much we wished they travelled, so the thought of having them again lightens our heart. How callous the cold hands of death are!

Now think about it, when someone dies, tears drop uncontrollably, wishes go up — prayers that they return to us, and then suddenly they appear right before us, the immediate instinct is to take to our heels. As much as we want them back, the fact that no longer belong among us remains etched into us — to another realm they now belong.

To be continued…

#Altarboy