One day, you’ll wake up and find out you’re the only person in the room. Your wife will enter and see you on the bed. She will scream and call for your children and workers. They will rush in and with all vigor, shake you on your bed.
They will only see you on the bed, they won’t notice you’re actually by the door, calling out to them. Soon, relatives will begin weeping their way in, some will be trembling, some with hard faces, others will be smiling. They will say a lot of good things
“Oh He lived well..” “lovely man..”
They won’t speak out the bad but true ones, but you will be able to hear their thoughts
“Useless bastard..” “sad and irresponsible…” “Full of hate and secrets…”
You will not care, all you will want now is to tell your wife you’re sorry for always being a jerk, to hug little Sara and tell her sorry for constantly smacking her. You’ll want to tell John, your first son that you love him for the first time. You’ll have so many wishes, but you will never be able to have them. You’re the only one in the corner.
They will later carry you out of the luxurious room and you’ll float behind, tired from screaming out to them. You’ll now clearly see your love-deficient wife wobbling behind. Her wrinkled and tired face will break you and you’ll shed ghostly tears. You’re now being carried out of the house you broke so many rules to build. You’ll see the exorbitant cars, many of which you bought from your unhealthy struggles at work.
The latest version of the iPhone you just bought will ring, but you won’t be able to touch it. Three other phones will cry out too, because many will call. Your hands will keep slashing through them all, you won’t be able to grasp anything.
Now, only one word will be ringing in your soul. Vanity.
Soon, one of your close friends will rush in, sobbing. He will be screaming too
“Is it true what I just heard about senator! Is it true!”
Senator. It will smash you, how you made your family and other important people pay to have that title, how you deprived them of love, care and attention. Vanity.
He will with a sham grieve pull on the white cloth you have been covered with, revealing your nakedness. Your organ that has destroyed lives will slightly and helplessly dangle in front of the world.
You’ll get angry and start a fresh wave of your ghostly screams, warning them of the new mourner
“Don’t mind him, take him! He poisoned and killed me! yesternight .. He is a murderer”
They won’t be able to hear you. You will quit crying and finally acquiesce that you’re gone, you are truly now on your own. Vanity.
\Soogun Omoniyi is a medical student who sits on cadavers and writes crazy beautiful stories.