By Jemima Ojapa
“To everything there is a season…A time to be born and a time to die…”
The notion of death is one that I struggled to accept for a very long time. The thought of dying used to terrify me. Whenever thoughts of it popped into my head, I’d quickly shake my head vigorously so that the thoughts can ‘fly’ out. I mean, God forbid bad thing, Hian!
Why in the world did I choose to write about death sef? I’ve asked myself this question so many times in the course of writing this article. I almost quit writing it at various points. Aren’t there so many ‘sweeter’ issues to write on? Okay oh! Something that many people don’t even like to think about for fear of inviting bad luck. In fact, if you are still reading this, Milo round of applause for you. If you make to the end, ‘Tiri gbosas ‘await, I promise.
“…for dust thou art, and unto dust you shall return…”
Seriously though, I’ve come to accept it – the temporality of mortality. Whether or not I like it, I will die. Everyone will die. Death is a common denominator. It’s the when, where and how that differ. No one can escape death except you are the Enoch or Elijah of our time (chariots of fire, awaaaaaay!). There will come a day when life will come to an end. A day when the next breath drawn in will be the last. A day when this body will cease to function and be laid in the ground to rot and become maggot snack.
“Charlie: Someday, we will all die snoopy!
Snoopy: True, but on all the other days we will not…”
Every day we live is a day closer to that day. But before that day comes, I choose to enjoy life! Life is beautiful, I know you agree with me. It may be a lot of other things but it is beautiful. I’m learning how to make the most the time I have here so help me God.
I don’t want my death to be a surprise. I’d like to see it coming so I can embrace it. I’d like to die with as few regrets as possible knowing that I lived a purposeful and meaningful life for God. I’d like to bow out with a smile on my face just like my father did.
“…For whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life!”
I believe in God. I believe death is not the end of a man. I know not every believes this but I do. I believe and accept that in Christ Jesus I have hope – hope of an everlasting life. I believe there is another side – an afterlife. I have not seen it and to be honest, some days I’m unsure. However, I’ll hold on to this hope I have. It helps me see death as a transition. I’m fine with that.
Live long and prosper.