Love me when i live, not when I die...
There was a poem I wrote sometime back, it was inspired by a true life story a friend of mine told me.
The Story.
He told me of a pastor who was pretty much close to his mother.
This pastor had a church and also had members (atleast few members).
It was going on pretty well, till one fateful day when an incident occurred
It rained heavily on that fateful day; heavily enough to collapse the whole building of the church. I guess the foundation of the church wasn't strong enough.
No life was lost, but this Pastor became extremely sad, he was downcast and started pleading with his Church members to assist him with funds to rebuild his church.
No one came to the rescue, the pastor developed an high blood pressure and fell seriously ill, it was then he came to meet my friend's mother and narrated his ordeal to her.
Sighs...
She assisted in the best way she could, but I guess it wasn't enough. He died.
His burial.
The rate of people who came to attend his funeral made my friend wonder and kept wondering:
Where were all these people when he needed them the most?
They made his funeral a grand one, bought the best coffin to place his dead body in.
What triggered my tears was when I heard that after this Pastor's death, they all gathered money to rebuild his church as a way of paying their last respect to him. They rebuilt his Church.
They rebuilt his church!! Why didn't they do this when he was very much alive and badly needed their help? Where were they when he needed them the most? When his church collapsed? When he felt ill? When he asked and begged for help? Where were they?
Of what use is their help now that he's dead? Of what use is the grand funeral they hosted for him?
The money they spent for the burial ceremony would have gone a long way in helping him when he was alive.
Where were they when he was alive?
The truth is that; people have normalized not helping you in time of distress or need, it has become normal for people to stretch forth their hands to help or you when you're gone.
They attend one's funeral, shedding crocodile tears, lamenting and wishing falsely that you were still with them.
How Sad!!.
Honor me when am alive, not when am dead. I want to embrace the feeling of love you share.
I want to know that I'm loved and cherished. If you can't love me when am alive, hale and hearty, if you can't aid and rescue me when I'm sick and dying, then don't love me when I die.
I would have said much more, but this article is quite connected to my next article; which I'll share tomorrow to buttress more on this topic.
It's always best to do what you can to help save a life, than to do nothing and do everything when that life is gone.
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I'll reply to all the comments on my previous article and attend to other unread articles tonight, I couldn't do that yesterday because I was indisposed.
There's a popular saying in my language that says that " People are Enemies while alive, Friends at death". When I go to a deceased's place and see people cry. I discover that some of them there might have done their best to salvage the situation, while some persons there who I'm sure were not even in Talking terms with the deceased would also be crying.
Like if there's anything you have to do for me, do it now that I'm still alive, not when I'm dead. What's the usefulness of the beautiful coffin, when that money would have saved and extended his life span by 10 yrs or more. Why didn't they build the church while he was still alive? They had to begin the building project when he's dead. It's not right in any sense but those are the characteristics of humans, we shouldn't expect anything less