(To People I Love)
So, call everyone that loves me, and share my words with them.
Tell my mum to finish that book we (never) started, the world needs to read it.
Tell my brother I’m flipping proud of him and he better believe it.
Tell my dad that I’m grateful, for the man he helped me be,
Tell my sisters that I love them, as the torrents of the sea.
Tell Jachi he will be great & Muna will wow the world
Tell my friends na ha meh ofuma, and cheers to the round table.
Above all, let them know, that I leave with no regrets…
(To things left undone)
If I die, I want people to find little pieces of me I littered everywhere
Little words, unsaid thoughts, and projects here and there.
Tell Nkiru that my documents are in “the drawer” in my apartment
He should also give to Mr. Hamza and others in the area
Tell them Jesus loves them dearly, I hope that they remember.
From my social media, emails, and notebooks, she should go about gathering
Tell my students to believe in their abilities, they should know that they can fly
And it’s not their job to succeed, but it’s their job to always try
Tell Nigeria to beware and restructure its system of “education”.
If there’s a “next life” & I find perfection, I’ll hold on tight and make her stay.
Tell Stephen that I was furious, that he lost my tablet back in school
Tell Armstrong that I really think, staying in touch would have been cool
Tell everyone that you can find, to chill and live life as it comes
To be focused, driven and persevere, but not to go around chasing bucks
When all else fails, I hope you know, that even failure fails too
This post is not suicidal, nor does it encourage it any form. It is not a cry for help, it is not from a place of frustration.
It is simply a life lesson from death. Ironic I know, but truth be told, the truth be cold, so here: my truth behold!
Grace & Peace!