The man who saw his death
He stared at death eyeball to eyeball with a subtle glance as he tried to take him away, whispering his routine rituals as he dragged the soul off his body, He lay still, lifeless, with a smile. "I'm gone forever," he muttered last.
The doctor came in and said, "We've lost him to his wife and mom." They both burst into tears, with his mom tearing her clothes, but he couldn't console her. Later, a lady came by his death bed, sobbing regretting not telling him about the pregnancy for him she had but hadn't told him . She was one of his one night shots. Not far away, a group of gossips were exchanging words and stories of life they knew nothing about.
Oh it's really the end, he stroll across the room, and saw one lamenting in pain, asking for death to take him away, who told you death was an escape from pain?, he sighed while he walked, to his left , a family rejoicing of a new birth into this troubled world, he said to himself another have been sent to into this journey. He went to his house to find his wife with a bowl of Eba with efo riro (A traditional Yoruba meal) decorated with different assorted meats. Is the mourning over so soon? I can't live without you is already eating less than three hours after his death; this made him shed a few tears.
He said to himself, "Let me check on my friends; they must be devastated by the news that I'm gone. I have to find a way to console them." He rushed straight to his friends' house, only to see them getting drunk as a way of mourning. He said again, "Have these guys not learned anything from this recklessness I lived that got me here? I drink, party, womanize, and take life with levity."
Then he concluded in himself, "I'm going to my workplace; they must really miss me." He got to his workplace only to be surprised; work was going on as usual, on his desk, and he met another seated on his seat, doing his job. "Oh no! ", he said, "I gave my all for this job." They couldn't wait a day before he was replaced. "While he was saying this, a colleague of his walked by, saying he was a workaholic, took the job too seriously, maybe that was the cause of his death,"
In death, he got tired of the life he lived, how he searched for wealth without caring for his health, how he took everybody for granted but himself, how recklessly he lived thinking he was enjoying himself, the devastation his losses have caused, and how early the living tend to forget the dead.
Poo!! poo!!, two hundred clear, increase to two-fifty was the sound that woke him up, the medical staff trying to resuscitate him from the dead; his heart had stopped; he had been gone for fifteen minutes; we've gotten a pulse; they were relieved. This is the story of the man who saw his death.
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