NdukuOutLoud

How are you feeling right now?

I’m at a burial. Days ago, I would have called it a funeral service, but apparently, those two mean different things according to Google, but maybe as Africans, there were never 2 words. (Need to look into that).  It was just one thing. Somebody died. Rituals done. Somebody buried… and the cycle continues

But now we’re here. Trying to translate white man’s religion into ours. Didn’t we bury before? Do we have to have 2 ceremonies for death? How many do we have for births? Talking about Jesus and how his father sent him to die. So what happened to our guys before Jesus.

Anyway. I am sad that he is dead.. without a warning. No illness. No prompts. Just dead. I am not sad for him. He doesn’t have to deal with people and taxes and life.

I am sad for us.

We , who don’t figure out that life,  is for the living and spend our whole lives trying to please mummy and daddy.

We that are too afraid to do what we want because we are worried about how it might look. How they may think . How it affects us later.

Because we assume there’s a later. But we don’t know.

We assume and hope that there’s a future. Another life where we live the life we wanted. But truth is, we don’t know.

So why not live now?

Love now?

Just be. Now.