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True, we fear the unknown but are confident with the perceptible, even what others bear witness to. Has it ever crossed your mind that the human race is the only living organism that holds the knowledge of death whiles living; yet we fear this knowledge.

Yeah, death… not something you would want to talk about, is it? I bet the trees don’t know about death until they die, neither does that lake nor the ant freely transporting those bread crumbs, but you do, because you aren’t dead… not yet.

It hurts to lose someone
It hurts to come to terms with the fact that they don’t exist anymore
No more calls
No more pings on Facebook notifications
No more smiles and complements
Simply, dead
Just like that… dead

All we’re left with are memories that stir up our emotions and the longing to see them one more time.
God please, one more time… just this once.

Death is wicked, I don’t like him. He makes me feel everything I don’t want to feel.

Edward, I just heard you passed on. I’m glad you’re relieved of the pain your body suffered but I miss you, okay?

The last time we spoke, I happened to mention how I’d started writing professionally and was earning incomes. I asked you not to tell, and you said “deal! That’s our little known secret”. Then you went on to tell me how you’d wanted us to write together. The plan? You said “let us write about how the year has treated us. Your perspective, then mine”.

Well, here is mine:

Amazing year, rough lessons, tough love, change; that’s how this year’s treated me, particularly change. This year, my imperfections perfected my being, surprisingly they revealed a part of me I consciously hid from myself. Little did I know that those imperfections were that which will eventually cause me to grow and be wise. I’ve laughed a lot, cried too many, even lost myself. It will be alright in the end, I say, yeah, I know… we all know that if it’s not alright, it’s not the end. But in all this, I’ve lived; I’ve stepped out of bed every morning with both bare feet kissing this cold ground. For this, I am grateful, to an intangible Supremacy I honour everyday. My name is Miz Akwele and I’ve had an amazing year with rough lessons, tough love, and change.

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This is your cue, Edward.
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Edward? Tell us, how has this year been for you… Edward, c’mon don’t be silent.
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Edward

Edward

Edward, say something.
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I’ll miss you, Edward Oteng Maafo. We’ll meet again, this time, without your glasses and I promise not to mention how small and Asian your eyes look without them.

Rest, my friend, rest.

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You think you are alright because you’ve been that church boy, church girl, all your life and never backslidden out of the church.
You never played the prodigal son; never felt the need to ask God for a little ‘freedom with provision’ to satisfy your curiosity and later come to the realisation of who you really are and where you ought to be.
Yeah, you are alright.

You’ve never gotten drunk because you’ve never been in an environment where you’ve been indirectly influenced to. Perhaps you’ve never tasted the sweetness of some of the hard liquor.
So yeah, you are alright.

You’ve never stolen money because you haven’t been in the position to.
You’re alright like that.

You’ve never fornicated because a charming and irresistible man whom you can never say no to hasn’t approached you yet… he’s not touched you at certain places in certain ways yet.
So yeah! You are alright.

But woe unto you if you point a finger at that prodigal son who’s returned to his father’s house.
Woe unto you if you if you talk behind his back and judge him.
Woe unto you if you call him foolish, because for all we know, you might never return if you were in his shoes and strayed your path.
Perhaps, you would’ve returned but a week late, when your patient loving father who was awaiting your return is a week late.

There, you will know your fate lies with your elder brother; the one who’d always been there with, and for your father.

You cannot be comfortable where you are, because you can still be a church boy, a church girl, yet backslide, in the church, with your fellow saints. Be careful. Just be careful.

He who stands, stands because he is not falling.
He who is standing, remains standing because he can achieve more standing as compared to falling and remaining there.
Even toddlers… even toddlers who haven’t experienced life’s gloom yet, know that when they stand and fall, they have to stand again.

You can never be comfortable. But if you are, if you feel you are alright, think of OTHERS.

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It’s 04:23 and I’m thinking, if I had the chance to save your life before you lost it, I will. I’m thinking about you.

The sharp piercings of pain prickles my senses to the core when you think yourself worthless. My heart practically breaks every moment you feel you were never made for this. You were.

You see, I have problems too. The elephant is failure-prone to the ant… yeah! We’re never safe until we feel we are. But you are; you are safe.

I know this because I believe in you. Wait… you thought no one did? [Sigh!]

Did you come unto this earth by freewill? Why would you choose to exit out how you didn’t come? Don’t do that.

You are valuable, your being, I need you. I need you to read this to inspire me… inspire another. I need you to comment on this and tell me you get it, so I know I’m valuable too, only because you are. That’s your value to me now.

If you’d passed me a note telling me you’d want to kill yourself, end it all, I’ll tear the same page of my book, write same, then pass you a note too. Let’s see how that works out for both of us.

You’ve no idea how valuable a treasure you are.

This is NOT FICTION.
I woke up from this dream practically an hour ago, and before I woke up, I heard a whisper “I have a message for you”.

It was a full day’s dream, as in the dream started from morning till late in the evening, but when I woke up and checked the time, it was exactly 3hrs.

There was a bit of chaos in the beginning, with my life personally; a man I supposedly know changed his ‘self’, literally. He impersonated someone by using certain chemicals he said he’d made from the lab, and destroyed his actual self, so he never existed. He followed me for hours because I knew, and he didn’t want word out there. So I kept running and hiding all day ti I got to a sanctuary with a lot of people I supposedly knew. I was surprised to see them all together, but it made me feel safe.

Later, I came out to the foyer to chat with a few people, then I heard some music, but as though it’s being played through horns, so I rushed out to find where it was from. People kept asking, ‘do you hear that too?’ Then others started crying. Before it ended, there was screaming everywhere!! Accidents… A plane crashed in the air!!

I rushed back into the sanctuary and one of the guys said, “The day has come, and we did not go”.

We were all scared and freaking out, for hours! Until one guy came in and said “but his hair shall grow to a certain length, then will he give us a second chance, those who weren’t taken before”. Then someone said “but we shall suffer here first”. Another said “because after all these years, after all these tests, you waited for a second chance. That is the price”.

I started reminiscing moments and different movies of watched on RAPTURE and how I’d be so focused on heaven, days after such encounters, then the urge faded in days. I thought and thought, and said “This must be a dream”. That was when someone said “it is as real as it gets”.

Someone asked me, “so are you scared?”, I answered YES. Another asked me, “do you think they would have done differently if they knew?” I couldn’t answer, because I couldn’t think straight. There was a 2yr old in the room!!!!

It was around 9pm when I looked at my watch. Then I heard a whisper, “I have a message for you”. That was when I woke up.

I froze in my bed for several minutes, effortlessly trying to remember every detail of the dream, yet it was all so vivid. Hot tears run down my cheeks with every scene flashing in my mind’s eye, in my dark room. Then I decided to pray.

I don’t want to miss the mark. I don’t want to wait for another chance, I wanted to be TAKEN too.

How would you have felt if you were in this dream? What would you have done differently after?

I’m guessing I’ll be awake till break of dawn. Truth is, I’m not sleepy anymore.

Being born again is not enough. Accepting Jesus as Lord and Saviour, loosening yourself hoping things will fall into place IS NOT ENOUGH; actually, that just the beginning of the journey. But how can you reach your destination if you’re stationed at the entrance when all you do is smile at the road and say “finally, I see the light“?

Today, August 1st 2015, I pray for your soul. We should meet in heaven.