THINGS GRAVEYARD HAS, THAT WE DON’T

Dee had died in his sleep, how did this happen? We spoke about going to sign that music contract first thing in the morning. He was just about to start living his dreams. Ahhh, Mr Mba, how do I explain to Mr Mba that worked his ass off to get us this slot, that Dee he saw yesterday was dead.

Emerie was just 15 years old, full of life and grace. Her smile could make a stammerer stutter. The only crime she committed was to hawk pure water on the highway after school. But she was only trying to help her sick widowed mother with the bills. Now she’s gone, her life, ended by a crazy trailer driver who was too impatient to wait in the traffic.

Dagrin, oh I loved his music. I loved how he turned real life issues into lyrics that brought hope to our shattered country. He’s dead too but his songs live on. Just few weeks back, he was declared wanted in a country for a crime. “A corpse wanted".

I used to hear tales of death, never really understood until it reached my door step and snatched the person that gave life to me.

The truth is, “Death is a thief"!

A high profile thief that can never be caught. A no ordinary thief backed by the kingdom of darkness. All he loves to do is steal for his lover “GRAVEYARD".

He’s had a crush on her for a longtime and now she has succumbed to his wooing, all he does is impress her. All he does is hurt us, in places with no physical scar to show as proof of his wickedness.

All for his lover.

Graveyard has benefited alot from death. Even as a woman that she is, a certain amount of consideration is expected of her but No, she prefers to be his ally. Her reason is simple.

Death makes her powerful. Death makes her visible. Without him she wouldn’t have a voice, without him she would be long gone and forgotten with no one to pay her any visit.

She is a barren woman, with no child of her own, but now even in menopause children surround her table.

Graveyard, what do you do with all these human you glory in? Are the company not suffocating? Are the stolen talents, beauty, loved ones, music, inventors, leaders, not enough? To what end?

Hahahaha I laugh.

I laugh at you because no matter how you try to get noticed, you’d still remain silent. No matter how much death proves his love for you, you’re still nothing without him.

How pathetic, how miserable!

Forever at his mercy, that’s not life!

Forever, you will be left in deserted spaces. Forever your womb will bear no offsprings.

You may think you have more than the living. You’re wrong.

You’re wrong because, even though we loose the fight to your lover, we’ve still got us. Genuinely loved by more than one person. Not out of impression, but true love.

Oh I forgot, you can’t possibly comprehend the kind of love, I’m speaking about. Because how can you? When in all of your existence, you’ve only tasted a single kind of love.

Even those you stole from us, lived in this love. Not alone, but also gave us parting gifts we cherish for a lifetime.

You just watch and see how your entire existence will be wiped out, once we defeat death on the last day.

No more tears!

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