I wish to read this to you. If I can’t, your mother will do. If she can’t any of our friends would or should or might, because I wish to write about uncertainty.
Habeeb, whatever the latest or better still, updated version of any dictionary might define uncertainty as, it is for English sake. I’ve been through life, I can explain better.
Ask your mother or any elder around, life is a stream of uncertainties and we swim in it. All of us. We make plans. We strategise. We work hard. Sometimes, we even give all we can and all we have to get things. We get them. Other times, we do not.
In life, you will hear that, a man followed a path in the morning and left the path in the noon. Or that he slept a believer and woke a pagan. That’s life – uncertainty. So, son, when you oppose, be sure you do with wisdom. For, many were “yabbers” yesterday and cross – carpeted today.
I had thought my grandparents would be here today. I had thought I would hear stories forever from them. I had thought you will also meet them, so we could dine and wine in family reunion. But death met one on Nigeria road, another on minor illness, one on routine rest and another on long term illness. The uncertainty finds its way. We cried. We were not considered.
Son, pray because you need it. But, accept your answers in good faith. Life, quite often, is not shaped to our desires, our want, our wish, our hope. But, we take it after all efforts. After prayers.
Son, do not die unless you are killed. Read my words right, seek explanations, ask questions.
Son, we met uncertainty here, we are leaving it here.
Do not die unless you are killed!
Life is a place whose next events we are not aware.