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A solemn wish

When I die

Bother me not with flowers

I will not see them

My eyes will be closed

I will smell them not

My noses will be blocked

Give the gold from these to my children

Just a reminder;

They will be orphans

My heart will feel not

Don't cry for me

The stony me will mock your tears

I will remain calm and motionless

Console my children

A reminder again;

They will be orphans.

Stop delaying me in the tent

Whoever comes late should miss being seen by the serene audience

I will be gone.

They should have seen me earlier

Bring the big man of God

I will be a bait by then. 

Let God claim his people to himself

Pray for me not 

All prayers from you are in vain

Pray for yourselves 

My course was determined by me

Anything after that last breath benefits not me.

Stop the weavers from chirping

I will need to rest early

Give people peace

Those weavers should solve mourners' problems;

They will claim their favour.

They must not use my coffin to sabotage mourners.

When I die

Eat. Eat well. Merry!

You will need energy to cultivate for the orphans 

If you have a heart.

          Wabwire Ronald 12th November 2023