OPINION: Prepare to Die to Live | By Isah Bala

To die is to live again, you either choose to live in death or die in death. The death speaks, the death lives, the death has influence and connections, what you leave behind do the magic. You either choose to die in death or do what will make you to live in death and sing your praise and let your name be connection to your children and relatives even in death.




Death may not be the greatest calamity, what is however, one of the greatest calamity is to die and leaves no good for people to pinpoint and eulogies.

I've seen people who got helped and connected by mere mentioning of their late relative's name, those who the deceased helped had no choice than to reciprocate the gesture to the deceased family. The family members had a taste of what their late kindred left behind, they would have as well have a share if it were to be evil.

However, the ladder of opulence if not well managed can make one to be rooted in the erroneous belief of self aggrandizement, selfish pursuit and have no time to do what will eulogise one's name in one's absence. 

It can make one lives in self delusion that one's efforts make one to climb the ladder of success and strongly believe others inability to think and dared odds makes them to live a poor life, thereby rejecting request for help and at best may render help with disdain.

To me, what is more than being human is to be humane, and of course, what is more than being alive is to live and support what betters the generality of humanity without ulterior motives or primordial sentiments. Such belief pushes one to do good without thinking of the direct link of the beneficiaries of the largesse.

To die is to live again through what the dead leave behind in the lips of the people to talk about. Since death is obviously inevitable for every mortal, we must start preparing to die to live again through goodwill, benevolence and kindness.

The truth is, the mansions, executive cars, and jewelries we have are not truly ours in the true sense of if, what is ours are those thing we are able to give out to others in need. The moment we die, the properties we believed to be ours go to others; children, family members and the likes may even kill themselves over it and misuse it. Those things we gave out, make us live again, sing for us when we are no longer alive to pay musician to sing our praise.

The moment we realise this, we will start preparing to die to live again, seeking God's mercy and of course, know that amassing wealth amidst abject poverty and people in need of helping hands amount to nothing.

Death they say gives no notice, the moment the inevitable strikes, all we've gathered and amassed  become useless if we didn't use the opportunities we have to sow seeds that will germinate and grow branches that will touch many household in our names when we are no more.

Everything may not be money, creating opportunities for others to excel, giving people hook and line and showing them how to catch fish and connecting people to their pathway may not necessarily cost humongous amount but means more than thousands to the people who received the largesse.

There are more than hundreds of ways to live again in death, in your own little way, try to affect life, try to show kindness, try to listen to people who come with problems, you may not have the money to solve their problems but advise can do. Don't believe every poor man on the street is lazy, some might had even try and work harder than you but providence place him where he is, be humble in your raining season, some people you treat like trash and discard may be the one you need tomorrow to help you cross a bridge, life is like sunbeam, it brightens at different interval, when yours brightens and the world seems to be at your feet try and be in the know that it can't last forever and be humane whilst you shine.

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