Month: July 2016

When I Die…

When I die,
People will pick up their phones, And begin asking how I died, And yet they never picked up their phones,To call me and know how I lived.

When I die,
there will be those who will look for memories,
Of the last time we met and spoke, And begin narrating those stories and encounters, But never spoke of them about me when I lived.

When I die,
There are those friends’ who will want to know my home, The name of my village so they can bury me, And yet they never bothered to know, When I still lived and danced on this earth.

When I die,
there will be those who will talk about me, Posting on Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp, To confirm that they truly knew me, And yet they
never stayed close they supported me not when I still breathed.

When I die,
There are those who will want to know my kids, And question whether I had a wife or not, Whether I had a family at all, And yet when I lived, they were
unconcerned about me.

When I die,
Let me rest restfully,
Say less if you said nothing, Let me be but just a memory, A passing cloud in the wind, That life and God made me to be.

Before I die,
You better be real and true, And honest and frank, Say what must be said to me and of me now, Sing my praises and dance to my good words, Even criticize my vices and wrongs, So I can die knowing you were true, support my initiatives, etc
Because in my death and grave, I am deaf to the praises, Blind to the ridicule and rumour,
And ye shall speak not and claim nothing,
When I am gone and breath no longer.
Because I am dead and rested… don’t wait to say this. Be there for each other.

~Archived 1462®