It is a strange world we live in. Ignorance is bliss. Indeed it is. We discuss death; think of it; talk about it and know it’s gonna come for sure but when it actually comes knocking on our door, ain’t we frightened out of our wits?
I was one person who always claimed death to be my close buddy. Adolescent years’ struggles had me clutching onto the rims of death, trying to pull it my way all the while.
But today is a different story. I don’t know if I am trying to say I can still look at my own death in the face. Haven’t thought in that line yet! But sitting in this hospital ward listening to painful moans; looking at ghastly pipes shoved in various openings of the patients and holding my friend’s feverish hand; I fell a change in my vision of death.
Death is to come to us, all of us. ONE DAY.
But so long as no illness knocks on our doorstep, we ain’t aware of it. Death is a ghostly shadow lurking in every brick of this hospital ward. Hospital- this very term is a big joke of an oxymoron. Hospital is the last place we would wish to be in YET it is the first place we think of in times of illness.
I would like to loath the people who got this grand idea of a hospital where people breathe their last. At the same time I want God to bless these same people for in this same place, people take their first breath of life.
If this is a place abundant in pains and illnesses; this is the place where there is cure. I hate my presence here in this hospital ward yet feel lucky that I’m here nursing my ailing friend back to health.
Call it life; call it death; it is here you’ll find
Call it cure; call it pains; it is here you’ll hear
Call it blessing; call it curse; it is here you’ll feel.
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