We all know that we will die one day
But we are never ready for death
On the day we die,
Things will be left hanging
Our beds will be left unmade
Our utensils will be left unwashed
Our desks will be left uncleared
Our hair will still be unkempt
Our shoe laces will still be untied
On the day death comes visiting,
We would not have settled our scores
We would not have balanced our accounts
Some bills will still be pending
We would not have gotten even.
We would not have cleaned our mess.
When the curtain falls,
Some stones will be left unturned
Some loose ends would be left untied
We would not have put our house in order
We would not have written that poem
We would not have sung that song
We would not have spoken those words
We would not have danced that dance
We would not have painted that painting
When the show is over,
We would not have said what we wanted to say
We would not have done what we wanted to do
Death will come and find us,
Still on the journey
Having never arrived
Still trusting the process.
Still waiting for the right time
When lying on our death beds,
We will beg for one more day
We will still have some unfinished business
We will still have some matters to attend to
We will not be able to say, “it is finished”
Why?
Because we believed that we had time.
Life is life
Fabio is a Mental Health professional, researcher and lecturer of psychology at Kenyatta University