Before I Died

Am on my trip. I meet with many people on this way. Other we are laugh. Other we are not talking. And other we are fighting. Am on the way of everyone. I ascend the hills. And descend. Other I find it smooth. When am beginning with my trip, front on my way I saw great smoke of dark flowing coming to me. I saw it coming from both side. I stopped, after that I scream as I had full of fear. I heard voice call my name. You are no longer going forward. You are no longer going sides and back. Because you arrived your destination. By patric ndidzulafhi munyai