A family of three perished in an automobile crash today, husband, wife and daughter.
Hian!
Their beautiful faces stared at me as i wondered, ‘mai duniya?’, that is, ‘wetin dey this world?’
A family of six perished on Christmas day while returning from an outing. Car caught fire and no one made it out.
Why?
A couple found dead in their apartment, one week after wedding. Na wetin?
Five children burnt to death in their sleep, mum was out working. One person’s children fa!
He died in his sleep.
She slumped and died.
All burnt alive, none survived.
Husband died six months ago, today his wife and kids were burnt to death along with relatives, so a whole family is wiped off in six months.
Haba mana!
These are usually the messages that welcome one to Facebook especially. It’s either a beautiful picture flying around or dark background picture with a lone lit candle or just a blank/black picture indicating ‘e don happen again’.
Ah ah!
Kilode???
Osi gini?
Mai nene?
It’s too much na.
And it never gets old, that foreboding feeling at first sight of another soul’s passage into ‘the great beyond’.
I had to log out of my Facebook app at some point in 2020/2021 because i got tired of the ‘unending’ obituaries.
It was draining!
It was exhausting!
Back to back, daily and steady!
There is no day i don’t see at least ten obituaries, and I kid you not.
Young people! People with promising futures, people that, if Jesus tarries, should be handling the reins of affairs.
The ones that should collect the baton and run the race to the next point are the ones dying. Those trained to take centre stage and make things happen, move things to the next phase are going, leaving the stage empty and unoccupied.
What is going on?
What is happening?
The rate of occurrence is traumatising.
Why are the young dying when some very old people are coveting death?
“What has this generation done wrong?” I’ve often wondered. What are we getting wrong?
“Is it the level of exposure to information or what?” Almost breaking my head in thoughts with no answers.
“Abi are they being sacrificed, exchanged for … “
Toh!
Kimmie, mechonu oooo!
Buss ki nyu nhuu!
Shut ya mouth ko?”
No over think am.
It’s very obvious the world is wrapping up. The signs are everywhere. Wars and rumours of wars. Nations are rising against nations. Wetin we never hear again?
All these news are too much for my frail heart so I avoid certain posts.
Now as a matter of ‘choice’ and for my sanity, I no longer post obituaries. The energy ain’t good for me.
I’ve been stung by death one too many times, so no think say na because i never taste am, mba!
It’s just that I want sanity and peace for the rest of my life if Jesus tarries.
Even at the verge of death, people are hopeful because there are things they still intend to do. Plans to execute, dreams and goals to pursue, so they are still expectant, hoping they get to accomplish all they have purposed in their hearts ‘but it’s usually too late’ by then.
October last year, days before my birthday, I took ill. It was so bad, I remember trying to get ready for church on my birthday, “if I can just make it to church, if I can just get to the bathroom to take a bath, if…” I wished but couldn’t. My legs wouldn’t carry me. The ground kept rolling so I wasn’t able to stand because my eyes followed the movement, making it impossible for me to stand still. It was a long one. Off and on till the middle of November.
I remember lying down one of those days and thinking, “is it my turn? Lord, is this how it’s going to end for me? What do I have to show for my years on earth? Nothing! What have I accomplished?” I pondered and instead of being grateful for the life I had lived, I was counting my losses.
I realised in that moment that ‘if I die, all I have done is what I would have done’. Nothing would be added or subtracted.
Absolutely nothing.
Did I want to die at that point? Noooo!
But I thought about it and was very honest with myself, I really don’t want to die” I said to myself as I prayed for healing and health, “Not yet, if Jesus tarries”
I’d like to leave a legacy and be remembered for something.
“I’d want my name etched in the sands of time” sigh!
“I’d like those I leave behind to cry because they’d genuinely miss me and the influence I’ve had on them. Let it be said of me like Tabitha…”
I further resolved. So when I finally recovered in November, I decided to use my gift well.
My cycle might be small, but via Facebook and other social media handles I’m able to influence many.
That’s why I came back to Facebook that year by the way, to push my work. “After all, I have the opportunity to influence”
Why all this turenci? Based on what I have ‘seen’, I made certain resolutions;
❤️ Because life is short, I’ll enjoy my life regardless of what anyone thinks, while remembering that no one is indispensable!
❤️ The people I love will know I love them. They’ll never have to wonder. It’s not hard for me to say ‘I love you’.
❤️ I’ll do my best for those in my sphere of contact, the people I come in contact with on a daily basis. I’ll help to the best of my ability.
❤️ What I can’t do, I’ll not kill myself over it. I’ll sleep peacefully after all, ‘no be me kill Jesus’. No high blood pressure allowed.
❤️ I don’t have strength for bad energy. I avoid it like a plague.
Maybe a few more that are very personal so I won’t be sharing with you here.
Why am I telling you all these things?
Make your ways straight with God
Live your life to the fullest. Enjoy the things you like with the people you love because in a short while, it won’t matter anymore.
If Jesus tarries, it could be your picture flying around social media tomorrow with ‘eulogies’ and according to Marvin, “you won’t get to read” because you no longer have access to this realm.”
Do not be taken unawares!
Make up your mind not to have any regrets should you see your end just before it happens, because some people have that rare privilege of knowing.
Love the people in your life ‘now’. Don’t wait till they are no more. Tell them you love them NOW! DON’T LET THEM WONDER!
Selah❤️
Originally published on https://kimbysvoice.blogspot.com/2022/03/the-passage.html
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