TO BE GONE TOO SOON Some four days ago I was dead, now I have resurrected to redesign my final burial. Three days is short for anyone to plan for his own funeral, yet I see it’s long enough to prepare to die, bury self and even organize thanksgiving services for loved ones. The surprised friends would ask of their part to play. They only need their return fares to be at the grounds. Drinks and food would not be abundant but available. They would have to respond when they are touched and exclaim when they would be pinched. They would have to laugh when they would be happy and celebrate when they are filled with joy. They would have to cry when they are touched with sorrow and mourn when they would be caught by grief. There would be no need for anyone to shed tears because the atmosphere would not permit them to do so. Incidentally on that day, all emotions would be fused into total bewilderment. Besides, if some friends should find it difficult to express their condolences, they would need not to worry because all emotional outbursts would have been poured before then. Death has been defined in so many ways in various circles. Whilst the ‘clergy’ relates it to a new and better life after this, the ‘free thinkers’ believe it is the transformation of the body into a state of nothingness, what happens next, “unknown”. Ironically, this death in three days time shall be concerned with someone leaving the active world of work, not retirement. Majority of paid workers abhor retirement because of the probability of losing all or most of the benefits associated with working life. Also the uncertainty of what lay in store after retirement compels many to remain working till death. I have been and continue to be a victim of threats at the hands of superiors and subordinates alike. My liberty and privacy have been made nonexistent by virtue of my station. I continue to be the scapegoat for measuring adverse results when available factors offer no hope of ensuring possible reverse. The entity in my care is treated like a leper in old Jerusalem, anyone who is approached for support quickly points to another person for the same course while the value of work is only being sustained by the motivation derived from the unsatisfactory take home. Work has brought in its wake equal amount of both failures and successes, loses and gains, disappointments and encouragements, distresses and favors, reprimands and recommendations including disadvantages and enough opportunities to assure that this person shall exit without much regrets. Pension shall usher this writer into another era of more thought provoking than physical actions that are covered in much uncertainties. However on that third day, while he would be struggling to change from the known to the unknown, his soul would look at the dying body with pride and console himself that at least he died at rest and not at work. “Friends, you should know that before that day some people would speculate, calculate and even draw counter plans to observe the occasion. They would put up straight faces while their hearts would be filled with much bitterness and curses towards the departing soul. They would make the effort to give something whilst in reality they would be taking away the best ingredients of the festivities. However, in all these hullabaloos remember as a friend that the day shall mark the celebration of a “Death Day” instead of a ‘Birth Day’. Papa Dandze: 22/7/2014
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 19:38:58 +0000