Deep Dark Musings

“This mysterious life.”

Life is a mystery. A long, complicated enigma. We all go through it trying to solve the puzzle for ourselves individually. Figure out the intricacies, unravel the tanglement, know the unknown, make whatever iota of sense we can of the chaos, randomness and madness.

Some contribute to the endless confusion. Sowing seeds of discord, initiating actions that will spiral out of control, becoming tyrants, embarking on killing sprees, bombing shopping malls, shepherding zombie congregations, wrecking havoc on entire nations, starting world wars, spreading the darkness. “The heart of man is desperately evil.” But then there are some who suppress the evil and desperately fight for peace and light. They spread love and joy and constantly preach the idea that we can all live in congeniality.

Some just come to terms with the randomness. The world has experienced confusion for billions of years. Nothing shall change. Between the incalculability of nature and the perpetual self-destruct mode with which human nature operates, many eventually come to terms with the fact that we are but “passers-by in this strange world.” And “This world is not my own.”

They are right. At the end of the day, regardless, where one stands; regardless what one believes, regardless how much order and control one brings the their world and maybe even to the world of others. Regardless of anything at all, one thing is sure…

Death.

We will all die. At the end of the day.

The question is “When does the day end?”

“Every dog has its day.” I use that in entirely the wrong context of course, but, it applies still. The point is no matter how attached, entangled and joined together the strings of our life become, they are all individual strings still. We may all be in this so called ‘rat race’ but our finish lines are not the same. Yet, we run the race together. Not against each other. Together.

Kindness is underrated.

There’s a lot of sniffing going on around me right now. Pep talks too. And prayers. A whole lot of prayers. “We will not die.” “No more deaths.” “We will live long and old and see our children’s children.” Lol. The words “untimely death” keep popping up a lot too. Funny.

How can anyone tell?

Death creeps up upon one, taking them by surprise. Announces his arrival from a mile off to another. Comes for the new born, the toddler, the teenager, the young adult, the middle ager, the elderly. Did the elderly finish their race and the toddler get chucked? Is the middle ager a failure for giving up before his time? Is the young adult unaccomplished?

Death will come. The time and place unknown. A teenager somewhere is more accomplished than an 80yr old elsewhere will ever be. A popular person somewhere has far less of an impact than someone else who has a really small reach.

This mysterious life.

Death will come. For us all. At one point in time or another.

“Ready or not, here I come.”

Are you ready?

No one can answer that better than you. Especially seeing how “ready” translates to so many different things to so many different people.

If you died now, what would you be remembered for? Ok, you’re still alive, aren’t you? Well, how about if it were 2weeks back? A year ago? Remember that grudge? That mistake you made that you haven’t admitted to yet? Remember the apology you know you should have offered so long ago now that you feel like a complete fool now that you recall? I don’t go around with a ‘death consciousness’, but I hate to leave anyone with the tiniest bit of a justification to bear a grudge against me. “Sorry” should never be that hard to say.

Emeka’s smile. That’s what I remember the most of him. I hear he was a spiritual dude and that is something I’m glad to hear. But what I can speak for is his joviality and niceness. Emeka smiled a lot. He handled a really sensitive desk and was constantly put under pressure. Yet, he never let the pressure get to him. We hung out a few times, we were not close but we were certainly not distant. Emeka was my friend. I can say that. Emeka was my friend. People tend to look for only the good to say about people when they die. I have nothing but good to say about Emeka. I like to think I’m an objective person and yet, I can’t think of a single negative thing to say about him. Having experienced death very early on in life, I’ve come to be a sort of numb towards it. Very few times, the numbness is broken through. It happened with Dolu not long ago, it’s happened again now with Emeka.

There’s no point praying to live forever, or very long, or that death will not come. We will all die (or get caught up) eventually. “Na you pray pass?” More prayerful people have prayed harder than you will and died young. Heathens have lived long, ‘full’ lives. What’s the point in trying to avert the inevitable.

Live the life you want to be remembered for. Live your dreams.

Emeka smiled a lot. He was a good person. These cannot be contested.

Emeka will be missed.

Emeka

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13 comments on “Deep Dark Musings

  1. genieslamp says:

    Death is cruel in its irreversibility and blindness and fearlessness.
    Really sad what his last name says: “Death has no fear”.
    We can only hope that when the end of the day comes, we’re remembered for something good.

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  2. Oh my….i am so sorry…may his soul rest in perfect peace

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  3. AaRIN says:

    88?! Wow! Rest in Peace…. May God comfort all that he left behind.. AMEN!

    ‘untimely death’ is still a phrase that baffles me..
    ”Death will come. The time and place unknown” <—- this already sums it up! Live your live the best way you can!!! 'Taa lo le mo igba abi akoko?!' Everybody has a stipulated time to spend on this journey called Life….
    Sometimes death takes away people we love the most and leaves the ones we call 'bad' It sucks, but its inevitable… We will all die someday!!! Be at peace with All Men!! (Forgive My epistle, Lost a colleague yesterday :()

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  4. Afoma says:

    😦 This is so sad. Sorry for your loss.

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  5. Dodo says:

    RIP Emeka … I shared a drink with him once, all I can remember is that he was very jovial and perhaps nice,
    Thanks Immortalizing him.
    You’re a good friend.

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  6. Achalugo says:

    And see his surname,indeed death was not afraid…

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  7. Achalugo says:

    Reblogged this on You have reached the mommy diaries of Achalugo and commented:
    I will reblog what looks like what I may have written,so here goes…

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  8. aramaanda says:

    Sorry about your loss, Tokunbo *hugs*

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  9. Oma says:

    RIP Emeka. You left a vaccum in our hearts. We miss you.

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  10. Miriam says:

    May his gentle soul rest in perfect peace. So sad!!!

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  11. NEDLOG says:

    …We love you and wanted you to stay, but God loves you a whole lot more and he decided it was time for you to go back home…who are we to question him?
    RIP Emeka
    Thanks for immortalizing him Toks

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  12. omo says:

    Indeed Emeka touched so many lives. Not withstanding the short notice, the turn out for his procession was massive. you’d almost mistake it for a rally and a peaceful one at that. . . that surname of his kinda justifies of sudden demise#whew# RIP Malique .

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