29/09/2023
They are the ones who will dig your grave.
Those old friends,
And non essential people who usually ask for little favors from you;
Those cousins and half brothers at the village.
The friends who dropped out of school...
They usually come to greet you when you visit your village in your car.
They touch you with admiration as you smile stupidly.
They have an indelible memory of you.
They will be the ones who will dig your grave.
While those you're trying so hard to impress,
Those you eat with, with folks and knives.
Those you show your business ideas and bank accounts,
Will wait until the day of burial.
Until those who look low in your eyes,
Would have dug your grave.
The ones who will dig your grave usually don't ask for much.
Just a phone call and a pair of old shoes...
They will be reciting how good of a man you were.
As they will be digging your grave.
Those old women who saw you grow;
Will cry on behalf of your mother.
Those old men who were your father's peers;
When you get dead will sit all day long on behalf of your father.
Those school dropout old friends;
Will leave their homes to sleep on the ground.
Cold ground on the bare earth.
Because you would have died.
And they will be the ones to dig your grave.
While those you pay so much attention to;
Those who wear neckties and Rolex watches;
Those you invite for dinner and cocktails;
Those you suppose are friends;
If at all they will bother to attend,
Will wait for the day of burial;
When your old friends would have dug your grave.
Sometimes when you have excess,
Go down to them;
Give them those old pairs of trousers;
Laugh with them it costs nothing;
Because they are the ones who will dig your grave.
Yes I know
That there are certain turns,
Twists and connections which pass awhile under the category of chance.
But when closely examined,
Prove to be the very hand of God.
