I was having a bad hair day on a fateful afternoon; I lay in bed and started to wonder what could have been the cause of my hair falling all over like cotton seeds being dispersed by the wind. A thought struck my mind. Could it be the dreaded killer disease, cancer? Was I going to become bald, or lose my boobs? My heart skipped five times a hundred beat at the thought. What would I do, how will my poor mother react? Who will bear the burden of cost of treatment? How long will I live; long enough to give my mother a grand child? How would I spend my last days on earth? These were the questions that flooded my mind.
I began to weigh options. First option was to be wild, go on crazy and wild adventures before my death. Do things I’d never done, just to know what it feels like. I wasn’t going to die at twenty something without clubbing, smoking, having mad sex (preferably with a random guy) , eating suya from the mallam without caring for hygiene for once, wilding at parties and so on; hell nah, I wasn’t . I was going to do all of that; after which I’d then be sober, confess my sins, and be good till death . The second was to ask any interested guy to marry me ( just the two of us ) without any responsibilities attached, just so we’d copulate the honourable way; and make a baby or babies for my mom before my death. The last was to live a prayerful and holy life in a convent , being selfless, giving to the poor, and accepting my fate without questions. You can call me a St. Nia in the making. Lol! Getting treatment wasn’t part of my options. No, I wasn’t going to burden anyone, or make anyone bankrupt and still die. I actually briefly considered euthanasia. Well, I don’t remember choosing any of the options. Those were just thoughts; mostly influenced by some movies and books I’ve read .
Please don’t laugh at my foolish thoughts, they can just get really wild sometimes. This whole drama series took place in my head within a period of 10 mins. If only everyone had a chance to plan out their deaths… Unfortunately, she (death) comes without permission and snatches away life rudely, like it’s her birthright.
Have you ever thought of your last moment, do you have a dying wish? What would it be?