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SAVE THIS FOR MY LAST

When one day you all wake up, just to find me deep in my sleep, please know that something is amis. When one day from your duties you log in just to see my last seen as 3 hours ago then know I breathed my last and I am gone for good.

We all fear death, personally It robbed me a lifeline, and its only today that I got the power to speak. On the night of world poetry day, the 21st of March after words of encouragement from people like you, I lay on bed to rest only for mum to call and this time, not the usual "umenitupa" type of greetings. She was crying, she had lost her best friend, her younger sister who I always referred to as my elder sister. How a day can turn from a hundred to zero real quick, I was shaken to a point that I never shed a tear, and until now I can only afford goosebumps when I think of that day.

So when I say bye to the world, please play me some reggae music, a chronixx playlist would serve the old men, and the night before you lay me down six feet, play Hundreds of Vybz Kartel. Do not forget some Marley and Morgan Heritage. And in any case word smiths come to send me off, please give them a chance to air the craft. Please do not cry when am gone, for I will have gone to be with some of the best that ever lived, rolling dope with Pac getting high next to the burning bush.

When I call it quits, All the girls I broke their hearts please don't have kind words for me. I know am more of jerk. For my G's present, the same way I carried your secrets to my casket please do the same, I know at some point in life our interests conflicted but nigger please, let the dead rest in peace.

I know when am gone before mum she will cry, Dad too will be left speechless, for they will know the pain of losing their first and only son. Do not comfort them for they will follow soon. As for my two sisters, it hurts that  the only brother they knew will be long gone, but life has to continue, tell Joy to take life slow, for Jane I still don't have words for that little Angel.
Junior, the only child of my late aunt, someone tell him on the day that you lay me to rest that it is Family over anything.

I know, you all waiting for me to talk about my girlfriend, just wait a little longer, that's what she told me.

Life is as sweet as you live it, and just in case life after death is just a scum to give hope to the hopeless please roll blunts and burry me with them. Do not forget my match, the Kifaru one. And do not cement my grave just in case, down there is too dark for me and I need some light.

To my girlfriend, I still don't have words,because am still waiting.

©Doluh

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