As young as I am, I can proudly say I have lived to tell the tale of Death. What I have encountered, at a very young age, is beyond any kind of pain. What an African child experiences on a daily basis is painful. I’m not taking anything away from other amazing children across the globe, but what I understand of death and what I have seen as young child who once dreamed of embracing the world stage, is unbearable.

I’m out of hope, this is my cry for help and reaching for hope, because the monster they call Death has taken a lot from my beautiful landscapes.

I’m quite sure that some of you are wondering what could a child understand of the most feared thing in this lifetime. But, let me tell you this, my understanding of death is no different to yours. Besides the fact that one gets the chance to rest peacefully, it is like a thief that comes unannounced and leaves terrible pain. The kind of pain it leaves behind is excruciating. It knows no age, nor does it have its preference, even though at times it does.

As some people say, “We are all going to depart this world at some point that is what we’ve been created for.”

Did God really create us to live life, while suffering the wrongs of this universe, so that at some point it will be perfect for one to take a nap, not just any kind of nap but an eternal nap?

When is this going to end, if it will ever end? I have no answer to that, nor do many others. There is an answer out there, but how can we reach to it when death is like a mountain in our path? In the meantime, we are going to keep on questioning our existence as this burden keeps on derailing us.

We all have a say in death. We all play a certain role in it. I won’t drag on that because that will just take everyone’s time, however, what I want to know is do we really have to take sleep at some point? Do we really have to entertain this kind of nonsense, my apologies I don’t have any word I can use at this point because this just overwhelms me. I alone can’t find the answers, maybe I do have the answers but I’m just keeping it to myself, which is why I stated that death prevails everywhere, as it has silenced us. We’re all scared, murdering one another. Why does it have to be like this? Is it because of money? Power? I’m getting frustrated every minute, as I think about this. Will I ever get closure on this? What makes things worse is that I happen to live in a generation that seems to know it all, yet are clueless. They always have an answer to everything, it is not a bad thing, but must we really question existence? I guess I come out as a conservative, someone who keeps my thoughts to myself. I feel so hurt when we rejoice over death, and the sad part is we are letting the Devil play with us.

The legend says there used to be a time when we listened to what was told. What happened to those times? When I think of those days, as if I have lived in those times, I feel the adrenaline in my blood as I can envision the kind of people they came out to be. Life was celebrated because each person preferred to be part of a larger society. I’m speaking as if I was there, but what can I say? I identify myself with those times. Oh Lord, if only I have lived in those times. I experienced these kind of emotions from those who came before, those who I have identified with. However, the painful thing is that, all of that has flown swiftly through those lamina flows across the dry soils of the motherland.

I’m speaking like this this because I’m scared, in fact I’m worried. I’m having panic attacks whenever I think of this. It gives me shady images if I may put it that way. The knowledge we think we have, is taking over our minds. Well, that is a nice way to put it, the reality is that knowledge we supposedly possess is going create a rectangle for us, so that the soil can kindly welcome us.

I’m pissing as I keep on rambling about this kind of stuff, my fingers are shivering, my breath is pounding and my hope is now slowly fading, thanks to the era I live in. I know very well that even those my age have lost all hope. You can tell in the way they lack value for life. But can you blame them? The way things are, who can believe in something good at times like these?

Tell us: Do you agree with the author, that youth have lost hope?