101_9562I know it’s not your fault
But when you take a last look
At my frozen limbs and
The sealed lips
Know that I was once like you
But here I lay in the blanket of the earth
But rejoice not nor weep not for me
Just remember to put a flower on my headrest.

I have done my part, now am gone
For the destiny of man is controlled by Allah only
Let me lie quietly in my new abode
Could you tell managers of Awudome cemetery
That I would need them to trim the over grown weeds
And do a massive renovation, restructuring and recreation of the burial ground
Tell them to mend the broken fence walls, provide some lighting and security
Surely man cannot suffer in a life time and still suffer in the grave

Kindly tell the young ones to desist from having sex on my tomb
They can wait or find a proper bed
If it is the will of Allah, our paths will cross again
But till then, allow me to rest peacefully in my tomb.

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Michael Eli Dokosi is a journalist and a formidable writer with a decade's experience. He is a blogger as well who currently owns and manages the news portal www.blakkpepper.com. The site is a wholesome news platform with entertainment, political, general, sports, negroid and foreign news offerings with the tagline 'More than Straight News' because of its alternate take on issues. The blakkpepper name emerged because the site is Afrocentric and hot. The Managing Editor can be reached via cell line (+233) 0249907425 & (+233) 0262907425 and via email blakkpeppergh@gmail.com for adverts, enquiries and news coverage invites.

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