Death of Jason China On 22- 10- 2023, a Brilliant Artist Paint
As I take my poetic pencil to describe,
birth,
death ,
earth
and life.
I see a young Jason coming, screaming
Loud, loudly in the presence of those nursing
As the darkness walks away
and the bright sun shines the way.
Society and family clap their hands
As they receive a fabulous creature
Kind-hearted son is alive,
Parents,nurses, church leaders and believers,
govermental officials and neighbours smile.
Oh! Life
Nevel was born.
He learned to be bon.
family and community
did not abandon Jason
He lived lovely,
peacefully with the friends
and most neighbours chiefly.
He was called "China"
by many people and became famous
In verulam like the republic of China.
He was called "a good neighbour"
by some folks.
They were called each other with Vanitha
"honey,sweetie, sweet-heart."
Let me express it
in three words vers
"stong
loving
partners."
As a good neighbor,I could witness
their small misunderstandings as human beings.
Vanitha Naiker remains bottling a lot of memories
about her late hobby China.
Oh! death,
Family and community
did not abandon Jason
But death knocked on the door harshly
And separated the body and soul of Nevel Chetty.
Yoh!
Jason gone,
A brilliant artist paint passed on
Left his family and community members
Left his best friend Pillay Isaiah
Who knows nothing about death.
When he saw him on the floor
He asked,"mamy why does uncle sleeps
on the floor flat immobile?"
The question sounded tricky as he is three years old
And he does not know the meaning of death yet.
He saw some family members
carrying him to thekwini funeral luxury trans.
He asked,"mamy, where do they carry uncle?"
" to the hospital "she answered.
Many people around him were crying but
he was still clueless of the depart
of his best friend to rest.
I and some people who heard Jason
knocking on the door at five am and said
" it is Sunday , don't you go to church?"
I and some people who last
saw China walking Sunday at nine
morning and left this earth
at past ten morning were puzzled.
" How...it is impossible,
Why happening this way?"
many folks did not believe.
Nevel's last word to me
on sunday at nine morning was,
" sorry pastor."
I could not notice
it was a good bye
good neighbor.
may his soul rest in peace
With those who left this earth
to live after death
While waiting for the last Judgement
By the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
Copyright © Alfonso II Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris | Year Posted 2023
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