The story of legendary songstress Lydia Achieng Abura is one that gives my heart so much pain. Struggling with one too many things in life including terminal medical conditions, a sickling son and loss of close family members to be left all alone! Then came the hypocritical celebrity friends who left her to her own devices…
This reminds me (aside). Recently, a very close friend of mine lost her beloved step brother just a day after I had prayer by his bedside and we had expectant hopes he was gonna get better – he is no more. Death indeed is painful and tragic!
Anyway, I thought you should know these about me, y’all hypocritical friends:
I want to be translated and in a twinkle of an eye, ‘be caught up’ with the resurrected saints in the air as we read in 1 Thessalonians 4:17.
I want to sing happy Hosanna Hallelujahs to the King of Kings as we match on into The City of God.
I want to do my best by God’s grace to work, watch and wait for that epic day so it finds me ready…
But since death is real, and since it is not for me to decide whether I be translated or not, I thought I should tell you the following too:
Don’t wait to buy me a coffin when I die, afford me a shelter now while I carry on.
Don’t tarry till I’m gone to come dress me in a sassy black Italian suit and exquisite silk Prada neck tie from Milano, and that costly gold cuff-linked white cotton shirt from wherever – I need them now, while I carry on.
Don’t wait to come shed crocodile tears in my funeral as though they could raise me from the wooden box, come cry with me now when I need a shoulder to lean on, while I carry on.
Don’t wait to come to my funeral, grab the mic and lie to mourner how I was a good man yet during my lifetime all you did was to slander my person and assassinate my character.
Don’t wait to pile up roses 🌹 on my casket and grave after I’m gone. Give them to me now while I carry on.
Don’t wait to write condolences on my social media pages when I can read then no longer, show me kindness now while I carry on.
Don’t wait for my demise to say, “We loved you but God loved you most…” and those tired plagued lines; come assure me of your love now, it will rejuvenate me while I carry on.
Please, do me all these things while I am yet alive. While I can afford to hug you, smile back at you and thank you, while I carry on.