pen for the demised... where are those departed souls? are they still with us in this world or they have migrated to another conducive world? my thinking some years back was that, we burried the seed of a paint so that it germinate and grow, but I do wonder why the hurried corpse find it difficult to spring up again, is it their last breathing experience and sufferness which was somehow tough and unbearable that hindered them from uprising? or their present domicile is more prosperous than this world of war, hmmmmm, for I know vividly that I will one day share the experience of death with them, its unavoidable. description of life to me, life can be suitably be described by using farmer and his farmland, no matter how long the farmer stay in his farm, he will surely leave when its down, no matter how long we live, extinction will certainly terminates our trip so far. its a curious things, the death of a loved one. we all know that our time in this world is limited and all of us will underneath some sheet, never to wake up; we will all wear the garment of death and yet we still find it painful when we lost the loved one. today, I remember the demise souls of PRINCE K. A and S.M ADEGOKE, hose spermatozoa yield and brought me up respectively, its painful that you refrained to eat the fruits of your labour alive, for you will still be remembered till when i breath no more, though you dont want to give-up the ghost when the owner claimed your souls but we have nothing to do as preventive measured, Dad,you dreamt of giving us sound education, cater for all our needs and be with us for long but the destroyer of the desire has made your dream unaccomplished, and all were claimed to be death dream, oh dad, its from your death i know how limited era we are to spend in life, its from your death I know how futile are the promises of the friends do family, its from your death I discovered how paradox. the alteration of those that are mourning the death; how they say the life has ended when it continues, their philanthropist has died, no food again, to your surprise, you will see them thwm eating a delicious foods, how they say the Angel of death would have taken the away, you instead, you will be surprised by seeing them running away, if the sound of banger is heard not even the sound of gun nor the bomb, oh dad, your death revealed to me some secrets of life; its uselessness and vanity. if truly the dead sees life, look back to trail your children to the promised land, for I know the death ends a life not a relationship, we are physically departed not... May Alm. Allah grants you Aljanat firdaos. signed: Adegoke Mutiu Abolade
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 17:39:02 +0000
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