Death

Man is mortal

Death is unforgiving

We are all mortal

My cousin passed away

I had met him once when I went to visit him 

About two weeks before he passed away

I remember feeding him and giving him water

I quenched his thirst but death quenched his life

I had never seen him in my life

Maybe we were destined to meet before he went back to his Maker

I went inside the morgue to confirm it was him

The formalin wreaked the air

There he lay not a single scratch on his face

He had been in an accident

His backbone was fractured

He could not move, his head faced the ceiling

The internal bleeding made him delirious

On a Saturday morning, he succumbed to his injuries

The morgue smelled death

Children in small caskets

It broke my heart they never got to live

Parents heartbroken

Life is not fair

Tears flowed down my relatives

Life is not guaranteed

Death is not fair

11 children lost their father

We lost our cousin

Parents lost their son, 

Brothers and sisters lost their sibling

R.I.P Pius till we meet again.