When we were growing up in those days (in the sixties to be exact) death was a very strange phenomenal.Hearing of death itself was very strange,it was not common. By the time i was 15years, i could recall i winessed only two burial ceremonies -one NAJIME, a male relative and one MBAGEN,one of my father's wives. That is to say in 15 years, only two people died in our house. But in the 80s,death became so common that hardly a day passes without hearing of burial ceremony. Now the situation is worse. People are now being buried enmasse. Vehicular accidents,political voilence,bomblasts and air and sea disasters are taking their tolls on the human population. I had barely finished writing my bit on the death of my inspirator,sir Alex Ibru when i had to do another story on Dim Ojukwu.Haba,death!thou comet too quickly.Rest, for we are not rushing to heaven.Who knows?
