A song made by Udehani Chinedu
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Everyone casket
Every casket looks ordinary and light untill the person inside is your loved one,it suddenly becomes heavier and heart wrecking.No one wishes to take the place of the dead,regardless of how heart wrecking it may look like.
We plan,we talk,we promise,we wish,we crave,we craft,we weave,we draft,we propose,we submit,we fix dates and venues as if we own and hold tommorow by the hand.
Some wait for dead man's shoe,some think of dead man's finger,some think of dead man wills,some wait on winds,some died on wheels waiting for wills.
I dont think it's wrong to plan and fix dates and venues of events.The questions on my paper says:what of you dont live to see tommorow?could you ever imagined fixing your own burial date?Life happens in twists,turns and bends.
I lost my brother,he had no wife and children.He had all these plans.He had thought of bright future,a future he worked hard for,a future he fine-turned daily by sweating and toiling.
Some wait for dead man's shoe,some think of dead man's finger,some think of dead man wills,some wait on winds,some died on wheels waiting for wills.
The ember that fans the charging coal,suddenly died out,the fan went blank ,the light went out and every plan stopped right there,none of the plans was hatched,those eggs rot away in twists,turns and bends of whirlwind.
We suddenly flashback in thoughts,wishing we had done something extra-ordinary to keep by our loved ones live by turning and twisting hand of time and events.
Some wait for dead man's shoe,some think of dead man's finger,some think of dead man wills,some wait on winds,some died on wheels waiting for wills.
Suddenly wind of sickness that looks ordinary becomes incurable monster in seconds,and pendulum of live dangles off balance.
Tears flow like rivers,emotions melt like wax,wishes of doing something magical ,something miraclous fills our fiber.Above all we are helpless.
Sound of ambulance dont scare us,medical bills dont prick the heart,morgue dont dare our fate,dug grave looks like making cassava heaps,untill that every tiny moment you realised the person in that ambulance,in that casket is your loved one.
Some wait for dead man's shoe,some think of dead man's finger,some think of dead man wills,some wait on winds,some died on wheels waiting for wills.
It becomes heavier,terribly tougher,unmaginable coldier ,hotier and vexier that you have to cover them in ashes for ashes,dusts for dusts,then fill their bodies with sands.very painful,wreckingly touching....oh ooo oh oh
Different sound of thoughts vibe and vibrate through your mind.You realised you cant call them on phones anymore,that sound of jibe and swipe cant get its switch anymore.You looked at there finest car and wardrope,you bow your in grief and silence,looking densely tensed and the same time lost in thought.
Some wait for dead man's shoe,some think of dead man's finger,some think of dead man wills,some wait on winds,some died on wheels waiting for wills.
Forgive and forget wrongs,we cant live on this earth forever.Make that call,it might be the last,who knows if it could turn the hand of time and seal the gate of death.Give that smile,it might heal the broken hearted.open your mouth and tell that very one how much you loved them.Tommorow is not guaranteed for anyone,tommorow is not signed and sealed for everyone,even,sign,sealed could be breached by turns and twists of nature uncovered in detailed words.
Tomorrow is unwritten,it's not guaranteed,even if life is signed and sealed,yet it could be breached by turns and twists of nature and God.
Some wait for dead man's shoe,some think of dead man's finger,some think of dead man wills,some wait on winds,some died on wheels waiting for wills,some schemed and get the wills.Yet none of them had a guarantee of tommorow's life.