When I die, bury me with a thousand books. And surplus of pen; full of semen. When I breathe the last, interred me with books found around. When I die, let no eyes-water be shed; for I owe nobody tears.
No mourning; I only die here to continue in another realm. Here short, thereafter longer. Jaat lives forever. When I die, be happy for me; for I will see Mother soon. That is the greatest bliss....
Ko ye won, yio ye won....When I die, no tears for me. I stare Malaikul-Mawti in the eyes; he looks with cold stares. "How very 'lucky' he is; there's no 365 and half days he didn't escape death at least thrice", they say of me. Ay! Have escaped Death surplus times. I heard Babble of the heavenly congregation, without behold them. I flirt with the Agent, without feast....Pity me not...Asarail and myself have been as close as door and wall...Ko ye won...ko ye won.
When I grasp the last...escort me not with tears, for By deserve none. I know what parts of my body has incurred while active. I shall be judged accordingly. Your tears are no effect...ko ye won...ko ye won...
I say, I hang not in purgatory; I'm behold the place. Nor would I be in the Dark Market behind God's backyard. Only the dead patronise it, only the spiritual winged-beings (terrestrial birds) flock the market.
When I die, clad me islamically, for Allah owns me....I afraid not of Death. Oh, I say I braven my heart against the pains after which they are no more. I only fear where my handiworks would lead me eventually to: Bliss of pleasures or fury of fires.
When I die, mock me not, for Death is the natural doom of all mortals. Mother Earth will miss me not, it's only one person less.
(c) Jimoh Taofik Adekunle
Jimson Jaat Taofik
The MAD Writer: Pen Priest
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April 7, 2019
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