A swahili saying goes, "kuzaliwa ni bahati, lakini kufa ni lazima."
A lady bearing a child, each day her mind is filled with thoughts of her child. Daydreaming of the things they'll share, like late-night bottles and teddy bears. Like first steps and skinned knees.
Then comes the first indignant cry and then life begins. Kids are a blessing; and nothing expresses this any better than the face a mother wears when she is handed the gift of enduring several minutes, hours of pain. Kids bring happiness to a home. Kids are the beacon of hope for a better tomorrow.
Tick tock...tick tock...life is counting down on your internal clock. However, as cruel as it can get, is meant to be lived. They say you only live once, but I beg to differ for we relive our lives every single day. As the sun illuminates our lives each morning, we are given but another chance to better our lives.
Death, the price we all get to pay for the mistake of a single being. It however is not the end. It can never be
the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The soul is the guide.
Mercy, death is nothing at all. It does not count. You have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Though you left us so soon, we know we will love death. Why? Because death too is God’s creation and because death reminds us of the existence of her sister: infinity’s life immortal. May your soul rest in eternal peace. Amen!
A lady bearing a child, each day her mind is filled with thoughts of her child. Daydreaming of the things they'll share, like late-night bottles and teddy bears. Like first steps and skinned knees.
Then comes the first indignant cry and then life begins. Kids are a blessing; and nothing expresses this any better than the face a mother wears when she is handed the gift of enduring several minutes, hours of pain. Kids bring happiness to a home. Kids are the beacon of hope for a better tomorrow.
Tick tock...tick tock...life is counting down on your internal clock. However, as cruel as it can get, is meant to be lived. They say you only live once, but I beg to differ for we relive our lives every single day. As the sun illuminates our lives each morning, we are given but another chance to better our lives.
Death, the price we all get to pay for the mistake of a single being. It however is not the end. It can never be
the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The soul is the guide.
Mercy, death is nothing at all. It does not count. You have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Though you left us so soon, we know we will love death. Why? Because death too is God’s creation and because death reminds us of the existence of her sister: infinity’s life immortal. May your soul rest in eternal peace. Amen!
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