By Ngozika Nwiro
This world is a world of stillness, selfishness and unconcern, once you are there; there is no going back and no changing mind. You must have completely made up your mind to make a travel to this world. Because nothing best can bring you back, not even your treasures or your powers. It is so small but can accommodate many, it has accommodated many wise and unwise men, powerful and weak, poor and rich, oppressed and the oppressor, wicked and the merciful. No human has ever conquered this world, its inhabitants are so selfish, they are only concerned with things that concerns only them, not even their love nor their family, not even their best friends. No matter what one does, it is impossible to bring back any body from this world.
Oh death, what a mystical place. I once thought of it, then I cried, I remembered how painful it is, to own somebody who decides to travel to this world, I remembered a story my mum once told me, it was the day she lost her most beloved brother, that was during the Nigerian civil war, I remembered the way kings travel to this world, leaving behind their queens and princess’. Then I thought of me traveling to this world, I said a prayer: “father, let my stay in this present world that I am, be remembered like that of Jesus Christ” ‘amen’ I heard myself whispered.
No matter how powerful or weak we are, one day, we must visit this world. What a wonderful; world. Oh death!
© Ngozika Nwiro