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| Caricature of Angel of Death |
If I knew the day I die I would ask God to add
me a few more years just like he did to Ezekiel. Since I ain't that holy, that
means I can’t know the day of my demise. If I knew I would prepare in advance
to scuttle the chances of ever going six feet under if I don’t make it to the
age of majority otherwise the rest is bonus.
The youth never think that death is beckoning. To them, life is full of
pleasure and the thought of death is never in their diction. The only point
they encounter death is when their close friends or peeps or a relative dies.
When other people kick the bucket, in their opine this is normal as long as it
does not affect them.
Every minute someone dies. Someone else somewhere is on the brink of death and
fighting for dear life. Does death have to be this painful? It really makes us
remember that our stay on this earth is only a season. No one knows his time.
To some it comes abrupt and accidentally. Others get sick and succumb while a
few die at old age.
Sometimes I usually wish I would live to the age of the likes of Adam and Methuselah.
I would be 500 years and thinking like a 30 year old. At thirty, I would have
thought of either being a million dollar business man of repute owning or
running a blue chip fortune 500 company. I would probably have made a good fortune
then and need not to think about making money. In fact I would have been
struggling for self actualization.
But since people can’t live to reach 900, it means one has to make hay while
the sun shines before grim reaper descends and takes your life. When you are no
longer in the world, you will always be remembered. The kind of people who
remember you do matter a lot. Remember you don’t want just to be remembered for
nothing.
Some people are usually remembered for being the most outstanding sots, others
having made a mark in either the academia, medicine, sports or any profession
that there is. Others still become the most violent thugs who have gangs that
even the average cop can’t think of tackling head on.
Gangs remind me that the youth are more susceptible to join them. Recent and
past statistics shows that people of youthful age are the ones who break into
houses, kidnap, and engage in acts of terror that are surely very risky.
They are also the culprits who mug and snatch petty items from those walking on the
streets.
Does God send his angel of death to us when our time comes to come and take us
to our resting place? Jesus, the son of man did die in his youth. But he had to
die to save man. If Jesus did fear death and He was part of the Holy Trinity,
who am I not to.
Every time frustrations and depression set in when I am not making ends meet in
whichever venture I engage in, suicidal feelings do apprehend. I usually imagine
the way the world would react especially when I close my eyes. Then I remember
that I have a lot that I need to achieve and the pleasures of the world that I
am yet to enjoy. These pursuits make me change my mind knowing that the world
is not static and there is usually a way out of any quagmire.
So do the Angels of Death exist? That question has been mind boggling and has
worried me long enough. I know none wants to make an early exit from this
world. In fact, if there was a way a person could buy more time to live, then
many would have done so especially the rich.
But the rich in a way can buy more time on earth as opposed to the poor. They
are insured in the best hospitals, they don’t have to worry much about material
needs and they are privy to some of most classified information that makes them want to
continue living.
The destitute on the other hand sometimes have nothing to keep them going. They
lack material possessions and live under the mercy of the government. As if
that is not enough, if mild ailments attack, some having a weak immune system quickly
succumb.
SITUONANE.
SITUONANE.
