![]() Don’t weep a tear when I die when you haven’t shed tears of joy, laughter and pain with me whilst I’m still alive! NA CROCODILE TEARS BE THAT!.Don’t attempt to take the lead in organizing or pretend to support my funeral arrangement when you will not lift a finger to support, commend or appreciate anything I’m doing now…that is the height of HYPOCRISY!.If don’t have any nice words of encouragement for me now that I am alive, if you can’t commend my little effort to impact in my own little way, in my little corner please don’t come out to write any long Ode or deliver any dramatic elegy when I die!.Now that I am alive and you have never put up my picture on your DP…even when it’s my Birthday, you are too “Big” or too important to put up my picture, please don’t do so and write RIP when I’m dead!.Please love and celebrate me now that I am alive…PLEASE! Don’t decorate my grave with the loveliest collection of flowers…decorate my heart…decorate my world! I prefer a single rose in life than a truckload of wreath when I’m dead!.Why the sudden show of love and concern for a man who was allegedly abandoned by friends and foes? Where were they when he sank into depression? Where were they when he took ill? Why wasn’t someone thinking of raising this funds for him them? Now he is dead…what is the “serenren serenren” all about please? And after the burial what next? How many of them will really be there for his family left behind when they couldn’t even be there for him? The way of the world…NAUSEATING!!!Īfter a close examination of this young man’s life and many others I have seen in the past…I want to leave this note for those I call friends and those who think they really are! What really is excavating a sore in my heart is the fact that I received a text yesterday soliciting for “contributions towards his burial and Foundation”! I feared humans!!!! Why didn’t this brilliant and caring friends of his do this whilst he was still breathing and his heart was pumping in pain, despair and desolation? Why do they now want to hold claim to fame for those who put up a decent burial for him and a Foundation in his honor? Please of what use is that to his cold dead and morbid body in the morgue? ![]() Until his death, this young man remained unsung and uncelebrated! A friend even remarked that even the radio stations that refused to give his songs air buzz are now playing his songs. ![]() Make good use of time, while I’m still around,ĭon’t wait for tomorrow, when I’m in the ground.Īnd don’t give me a funeral fit for a king,īecause you saw me through sorrow and strife,ĭon’t Bring Me Flowers When I Am Dead is a poem by Juan Olivarez and it echoes the message in my heart this morning!Ī young Nigerian artiste was recently seized by the cold claws of death and since Monday when it happened, he has suddenly become a social media hero! I have read too many nice things about this guy since then…loads of heart-rending thoughts, gut wrenching remarks and poignant eulogies that would draw tears from your heart even if your eye wells dared to suffer emotional drought! Come see me today, while I’m sick in bed.ĭon’t cry for me, when I’m no longer here,
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