In a country where it’s so cheap to die.
On Monday, while I was waiting to board a bus after work. A tanker passed with fluid leaking its behind and spilling to the ground. I was thrown into hysteria.
Life is a vapor which is now and not in the next moment.
As I fed my almost 90 years patient with pap and moi moi. I was pleased at his huge appetite.
I wondered that none of children stayed with him despite his incontinence and disability.
I wondered that once upon a time he had been independent.
I wondered at what kind of life he had lived and what kind of father he had been and was.
I remembered patients who kept appointments with an entourage.
I remembered some of my loved ones no more.
How no one had called me a that name I love since my granny passed
I remembered mistakes I never thought I would make.
I thought about mile stones I never thought I’ll achieved.
Surfing the net most times bring to mind how cheap it is to die. The young and old.
Life is a mist.
It only make sense in Christ.