Death,
they say, is inevitable
It
comes at its own time,
Moves
as freely as it pleases,
Goes
to and fro, knocks at the door most appealing,
Death
is an unwelcome visitor, depending on whose side you’re on
For
a few, it’s a most welcome friend, its grips embraced to the pleasure of the
dying
Most
agree that most do not like the sound of death though we know that death is
inevitable,
Some
see death as a battle to fight, a struggle to triumph over! Some see death as
an enemy.
Death
is simply Death!!
Without
Death, Life cannot exist. Life is birth, Life is death.
We
may not chose when, how, where and why we die but we can agree on one thing;
No
one else should choose how we die!!
You
are subject to death as am I!
You
have no dictate to my Birth and Life, why have dictate on my death?
You
have not understood the value of life, how dare you place a value on my death?
You
cannot make a life, not even yours, so why take mine?
You
bring Death to me and feel secure because you and Death are bedmates!
Alas,
you lie!
For
the day comes when Death will show that a great bedfellow it does not make!!
The
thing to fear is not the Death that shall surely come but the Life which you
know not which follows after;
Afterall,
you who know not how to make a Life, how can you know what the future holds
after Death?
 
By
Chika Maduakolam