Maybe There’s an Afterlife
Muiz below water, I guess…
There are a couple of songs permanently stuck in my head, at any given time it is either blasting on full volume or playing on mute but still playing nevertheless. One of them is I Need You by Marc Anthony. I honestly don’t know how it happened, but that song has been the soundtrack of my life since, like, birth.
Anyone who’s known me for five minutes knows I float through life like a romantic movie character no one asked for. My entire existence as a professional lover boy probably stems from that song, coupled with arguably Ghana’s greatest long-distance love song ever written: “Wokoda Kae” by the late Daasebre.
I’ll probably get a hologram of Marc Anthony to perform it at my wedding. I’d prefer the hologram over the actual man because I only need that one song. I don’t see the point in flying him all the way to whatever secret island I plan to have my wedding on just for that one song.
Yes, I said secret island. With strict visa policies too. Because I know at least three unhinged girls from 2018 alone who might try to crash the wedding for very trivial reasons. You know, nothing serious… a little heartbreak here and there. Small character development therapy i tried to help them with…. Smh.. childish behavior.
Another song that haunts me (in a loving way) is a Daddy Lumba funeral-like song my mom used to hum around the house. I had no clue what it meant as a kid, but I was there…vibing to that man singing about his own death in my Batman pajamas.
I’ve actually never been to a funeral, and I’m never going to one.
Not sure I’ll even be at mine to be fair, loool.
A random picture of me instead of the one of me on a jet ski on the day of my childhood friend’s funeral… just incase someone(you) gets a little too sensitive
The concept of a funeral doesn’t sit well with me.
I feel like the moment you leave earth, you’re literally gone. There’s no way for me to show you any more love than I did when you were alive, so I try to show love and check on the people I care about while they can still breathe, eat, drink, and make plans with my other friends behind my back…smh.
Personally, I understand that funerals are for the living, you know like the fashion bit of it, also as an excuse to see people in a vulnerable state where, weirdly enough, they’re more likely to want to have sex…
But if someone I care about is bereaved, I’d rather see them in private where I can properly express my support, instead of at an event where I become one more person they have to worry about, making sure I’m comfortable in their toughest moments.
Stress
Honestly, funerals are just expensive parties where the guest of honor is the only one who didn’t RSVP.
Maybe all this is because I’m not fully convinced about the afterlife.
It’s not that I don’t believe in God… cause I do. I just doubt humanity is so important that we get a whole bonus life after this one.
I believe we created the concept of an afterlife out of our main character syndrome and our overly exaggerated sense of self-importance as a species.
Or maybe I just don’t want there to be an afterlife because those annoying girls who plan to ruin my fancy island wedding would also want to meet me there and ruin my afterlife too. They’re so childish lmao.
I think he gets it.
Lemme know how you feel about funerals and the afterlife.
If you’ve read all the way to this point…you’re far too kind. You could’ve been reading anything else in the world, but you chose this. And I appreciate that.
See you again in a bit.