Guillotine

I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks, as fear gripped me leaving me with enough pain, sorrows and suffering to pass time. I couldn’t help but cry out, I just lost my mom.

What, where and how will I survive this, after silently crying for about half an hour my thoughts ran quickly to how my tribute would look like, so I started;

Loosing such a gem on this day was awful

Death oh death why?

Why have you taken away my source of joy… After ranting some words for few seconds I decided to shift focus to how she had felt before letting go then it occurred to me that mama was suffering and needed a break so death took away her pain.

Mama knew I had no money to continue paying for the medical bills, she was stressed but death took it upon itself to help out.

Mama knows even I will miss her but she pushed the door open so as to help keep me stand on my feet

So maybe death wasn’t wicked at all, it just wanted to help but lacked the manner of approach

Goodness Kyles

Sometimes death means well

Sometimes it doesn’t

Sometimes it takes away the grief

Sometimes it multiplies it

Most times we’re too engrossed in grief to see the help it renders

I mean if only death could speak

Maybe we would hear its side of the story

Maybe we would realize some blames were never really worth it

And it would apologize for some of its tactics

Like taking away the folks of a six year old before he could even recognize them

We just can’t tell the difference

For death is a loner; it has no preference

Most times death means well

Most times it doesn’t

Death takes no permission

Else the world would lack oxygen

Death is never partial

Else only the rich would inherit the earth

Death sometimes lends a helping hand

And does the favor with or without consent

Death is no human

Else death would be dead by now

Ofem Ubi