ETERNITY
ETERNITY
The long convoy of cars
stopped at the outskirts of the town. The passengers came out of the vehicles
and mixed up with another large crowd of people awaiting them. Together they
formed a procession and walked behind the ambulance carrying a casket. The pall
bearers led the match as they displayed the large portrait of the personage
inside the casket.
Many of the people in
the match were women dressed in very beautiful attire. A lot of them were in
tears. They have come to show their last respect for the dark complexioned lady
in the casket. She had been their President and many of them had benefitted
tremendously from her.
ETERNITY
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From the top of the two
storey building I watched the procession approach. The brigade boys played vey
beautiful tunes while the undertakers smartly dressed did some wonderful
displays with the casket. Some people in the procession were in tears while the
others sang and danced in tune with the melody from the brigade boys.
As I watched them, I
scanned the horizon and my imagination carried mine mind away. I focused on the
large river flowing peacefully down its course. It was less than fifty meters
from my vantage point of view. I wondered how old the river was. It could have
been in existence since Adam’s time
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If this was the case,
it could have outlived many generations of men who all have drawn from it all
the usefulness only a river can provide. Similarly there must be something in
man which goes on living after our bodies have been committed to earth. I
jolted back from my reverie as I once more scanned the scenario playing in my
very before.
I looked at the crowd and
my heart skipped its beat. I closed my eyes and prayed for the salvation of
everyone in it. I focused again on the portrait being displayed by the pall
bearers. She has already began her journey in the real life called eternity
while the rest of us will follow soot one day. She was no stranger to me. She
was the one that first showed me love and set my tiny feet on the part of
knowledge. She was MY MOTHER.
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