It is quite sad that we do not know what we have until we lose it. It is funny how a man suffers all his life with no help from family or friends. But his burial is a pricey ceremony of friends and enemies, giving a pep talk of his life on earth. What good is it now? I observe that the best deeds of a man are recited at his burial ceremony. Also, that much love is shown to a corpse or a man on his deathbed.
Tell me, what harm can this do? What harm can love do?
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Thirty minutes into the prayer, just as we were about to round up with the “litany of our Blessed virgin Mary” prayer, we heard a sound that had stopped us short. It came from inside mama’s room so we all stopped to listen. “Jonah!
“Jonah! Hannah?, ina ku ke? Sarah?” it was mama and she was awake.