Tribute to the Children of Death

---Child of death, I mourn you. I feel your pain as though it were mine. I fight the same wars you have been through. May your scars heal and your heart find peace in this new life you chose---

“But life goes on, it’s just another song if you aint the one gone" Warren G

I have never feared death, well at least not in the same way everyone else around me does. If anything, death fascinates me. As a former born-again Christian who moved back to the Roman Catholic church, which I was born into, I have explored a fair share of religious cultures and have since become aware of the ideologies of the after life- as preached differently by various religious groups. Still, my influence of thought towards the after life are fundamentally based in the Christian belief system. A land awaiting us- paved with gold and complete with bottomless milk and honey.

I digress. I dedicate this piece to the victims of death, those who were brave enough to take strides towards him when they felt he was taking forever to reach their empty pursuits. I want to pour liquor to the ground, to raise my fist in salutation and sing a song of praise to those that looked death in the eye and swore with the world as their witnesses that they would be courageous enough to meet him halfway. I want to defy the nature of our culture and of societal ties by paying tribute to those that felt they had nothing else to live for and so instead opted to die for everything.

Today I would like to commend your children dear death. Those that went looking for you before you called them towards your clutches. I am curious about them and I am curious for them. I’m tempted to act like I don’t know the kind of situations that would compel one to find themselves attracted to the dark shadows of your being but unfortunately I have lived long enough to comprehend well enough, the heartache that can lead one to your escape. I only am not bold enough to abandon the dreams of tomorrow and opt to march off in an attempt to find you. Even so, you intrigue me death. 

The other day my colleague caught onto my droopy, depressed mood and he told me that I have so much to be grateful for, I was too tired to play the thinking positive card so I asked him to name some of these things I should be grateful for. I am just glad that he went the cliché route for had he told me to be grateful for anything else either than having woken up that morning then I might have had no grounds on which to base my argument. 

I apologize for it now but I snapped…no one knows better than you death how it gets for people that feel you are the only and last option they have. I asked my colleague for his theory and understanding of the afterlife, he was here telling me to be grateful for being alive yet what if in the afterlife the only thing people are thankful for is that they no longer live on Earth. What if there is no pain, no conflict, war, sorrow or misfortunes that we are subjected to on a daily basis. What if there is no remembrance of the suffering and distress that we earthlings are prone to. In my fit of rage I told my colleague off on that cold morning for his efforts to cheer me up.

Big and scary death, I do not know whether my peoples conviction on your being the human races biggest enemy holds true. For I know of greater enemies. Yes, I know of the loneliness and grief that your measures leave behind for the loved ones of your victims but who is to say that escapism through you does not lead to new waters?

Any who, this was primarily to pay tribute to those that gave in when the hurdles of life proved too heavy for them to cope. This was to marvel at their brave hearts and applaud their fearlessness. This is not about their evident selfishness or inconsiderate actions, it is about giving them assurance that I understand what very few understand. It is about making them feel better for irreversible and hastily made decisions, laying their conscience to sleep.

This is to comfort your children, those that you have seized or rather those that located you long before you thought to call them home. But it is also to remind those that wish to call onto you that we are all in this together. There is no difficulty, no pain, and no shame that is great enough to summon you before fate calls on you. This is to console those that go knocking at your door from time to time in the hope that you might answer them this time but to no avail. This is to remind every single one of them that we are all connected in our struggles.

To let them know that you are not the answer. You were never the answer. Only Hope, Faith and Prayer will keep us going. 

* These writings are dedicated to those that are no longer with us through committing suicide, those that have attempted or have thought of committing suicide because they feel that whatever they are going through is too heavy to bear. God sees you, He loves you and He has Great plans for you.

Until next post,

Africa Rising, Peace & Revolution...