Celebrating Coffins Over Life.

By Dr jarlat Uche opara

What truly is the essence of forming WhatsApp platforms To celebrate Coffins over life ? Where lies its humanity and milk of human kindness? Just a mere act of inglorious misplacement of priorities.

Is it not to gather names without gathering hearts?
Creating groups that speak loudly in moments of death but whisper or go completely silent in moments of living in pains, penury and hunger?

I was there standing before you, wrapped in rags and empty stomachs.

Each time, you played with hope, stretching promises like elastic until they snapped. My calls rang unanswered. My messages laid unread.My desperation had a voice, but you refused to heed to it.

I was branded a liability, lazy, unproductive, a wasted breed. My condition became my identity. My lack became my name. Nobody paused to see a brother in need; they only saw a burden to be avoided. Life did not gently transition me from prosperity to lack; it threw me down the ladder, like a humpty- dumpty I fell . In a twinkle, I became financially and emotionally displaced—still bearing the image of God, yet treated as though I bore a stain.

Among brothers, I became a pariah. My presence was an inconvenience. I was not even asking for handouts only; I was begging for an opening, a chance to earn, a door to dignity, none came. What I received were promises carefully crafted never to be fulfilled.

Do I blame anyone? No.
Am I angry with God? No.
Do I carry grudges against those who could help but chose not to? No.But there is one thing that troubles my spirit.

If I should die because poverty strangled me, because hunger exhausted me, because starvation finished what neglect started—then do not form a WhatsApp group in my name. Do not suddenly remember me in death when you ignored me in life. Do not donate generously for my burial when my living body begged for an urgent 2k and was treated like a dung.

What is the essence of a support group that only supports coffins?
What is the meaning of brotherhood that wakes up only at funerals?
Why do we fundraise faster for death than we intervene in life?

A befitting burial cannot replace a dignified living. Flowers on a grave do not erase silence in suffering. The honour we show the dead often exposes the hypocrisy we practiced toward the living.

Let our platforms be places of intervention, not memorials of regret.
Let our groups be lifelines, not obituary committees.
Let compassion be timely, not ceremonial.

Because the cruelest thing is not dying poor—
it is being ignored alive, and celebrated at death. There is no befitting burial for a soul that lived and died unbeffittingly. There is no reward for your generous donation for the burial of a soul whose plea for help was deliberately ignored by you.

We are in a festive mood. Hunger is widespread and people barely eat decent meals. That 50k, 100k, 20k etc you would gladly give for a befitting burial of that person that has been trailing you for help which you ignored, find them now before it is late and help them. Don’t mock the death of a soul by your burial support when you serially ignored their voices for help while they were alive.

Help to save a dying soul, a hungry soul is far better than one for a befitting burial to a death body. The paradox of life

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