DeaTh aT a fuNeRaL

At Zarah's third day condolence,we were all gathered at the venue after dropping my little brother at extension classes in school.When we arrived at her house,everything seemed normal.The atmosphere was quiet as expected but its surprising what death has become;no face was actually looking like it was going through a painful moment.Even her parents were lively and full of energy.The house seemed as if it was having an occasion and invited relatives plus friends over.My cousin who lived next door met my sister and passed on some sad news that another cousin of ours who was schooling in Adamawa had had a fatal car crash that morning and died instantly.It was like a sharp razor blade was tearing my flesh from inside.This was a kid i hadnt seen in quite a long time.I put my head down and for a moment everything paused without a sound.I shook my head and sat down outside on a mat and kept recalling his face and the last time i saw him.i couldnt,it was too hard.Death has become a stranger that knocks on random doors everyday.Someday its going to be our turn to give up the ghost.This is one thing we cant avoid either way.