I don't even know if I should call this a great loss or I should say its nature taking its toll.
People die everyday. Several lives are lost in ghastly accidents, planes crash occasionally, suicide bombers kill young and old, some die from a sickness. And most times, people just shed crocodile tears, mourning the dead, and still go ahead to throw parties - parties they never celebrated with the deceased when he or she was alive. My friend is gone and so what?
Rest in peace Mr. Man, you are in a safer place now. You are in a place where you won't have to worry anymore about being the richest man in the world. You are in a place where you won't have to sacrifice your own happiness because you want to pursue some lofty dreams of yours.
Mr. Hposh, that place you are is the place to be. Aren't you tired of trying to make people believe in your dreams? Aren't you fed up of chasing celebrities, just because you want to have an interview with them? At least, those you borrowed money from to invest in your business can no longer ask you, except they want to sell your tomb, which I doubt will fetch them any money.
I remember, just some nights back. When you sat outside the compound, shedding tears. You couldn't fathom what had just happened. Your 'small daddy' had just beaten the hell out of you and he would have hit you with something very big if you hadn't ran out of the room. What exactly happened? Out of your own, should I call it stupidity, you shared a news Uncle A would have loved to be off public radar. You had good intentions. You thought since he was a celeb, sharing a news of his newly acquired car with a popular blogger would help keep his name in the news. Isn't that what showbiz is all about? Having people talk about you! But you got it wrong, Uncle A didn't want it. Uncle A loves his privacy. You should have understood that. Uncle B who is Uncle A's friend who inspired the idea in you to write the story wasn't blamed for leading you on. Rather, you got burned! I heard you tell your heart that the night reminded you of childhood memories you wish you could forget for life! Like a flowing ocean, they kept filling your thoughts once again. Wouldn't it be well to say now, that you are resting in peace.
There's this girl you called your muse when you were alive. You were really crazy about her, but unfortunately for you, the feelings weren't mutual. You were such an unlucky fellow with girls. It's either you get heart-broken or you are friend-zoned or you fall in love with the wrong person. Not that you were perfect though, you once took it up on someone else. She loved you so much and would do anything for you. But no, you didn't reciprocate her love. You were all about this 'muse' of yours that never felt anything about you! Pathetic you! Thank God you are in a better place now where you won't bother about losing your virginity to a sex junkie, just because you wanted to feel like a bad guy. I'm sure you were deluded that 'bad guys' get all the attention and you just got tired of being zoned! Well, I'm really happy for you my man, that you got laid the first time in your life. However, I can't help but laugh at you. In your bid to search for a girl friend, you asked different girls out but they all turned you down because 'they just see you as a friend'. There's this incident I can fully recollect, there was this girl you were really into at a point, your best friend was your relationship adviser, who told you to keep trying. Along the line, your best friend developed interest in the girl, and you lost her to him. You felt betrayed and you bore that hurt till you passed on. That was life! Now you are in a better place.
2014 according to you was an epic year. People you banked on let you down. There was this guy, one of the guys in your inner circle that ruined one of your events with negative PR because the names of his artistes were not included on the poster of the event! You were really hurt 'cos you felt, he broke his loyalty. None of you discussed it but you carried it on. On one occasion, he, alongside other jesters made mockery of you over an fight incident you were involved in. To you, you felt the issue shouldn't been overflogged, but your dear friend kept opening a long healed wound. You wanted to attack, all you could say was 'now I see why you get an F in two courses in a semester. Get busy with your books man and stop indulging in other peoples' affairs'. That really got to him and he felt stabbed. You felt good about it 'cos you've been stabbed so many times, and it wasn't bad if you could return the favour.
You were such a useless, stubborn, insensitive, over-ambitious fellow who didn't care so much about his parents. All you discussed with the was money but you didn't spend time with them. They wanted you to be around them, to talk to you but you were always far away. You were just detached from them. I hope they won't mourn you, because when you were here, they didn't even feel your presence. You were always somewhere doing your own thing.
Wait a minute, did you finally realize your ambition of being the richest man in the world. You wanted to be rich because you were scared of poverty and you wanted to prove a point that you can make all of your dreams come true. I guess you can see the end point now. You have hundreds of companies to your name. You are one of the richest guys that have ever lived. You have every material thing you can ever think of. But as I bring flowers to your graveside, I see none of these things buried with you? Or is there something I'm missing. Will they still send all these things to you in Heaven? Are you happy now? You never had time to experience love. You were always ambitious. You don't even know the woman who loves you. You don't even know your parents love you. Now, that you are gone, all the world owes you is a minute silence, and we mourn you for a while, and after that...LIFE GOES ON!
RIP
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