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Changing geography

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When that time comes,though unknown ,please do not mourn,do not shed any tear drop-celebrate for I never lived my life weeping.
Life has blown several barbs and bouquets my way and gracefully I did embrace them.
When that time comes,narrate the poems I so much cherished;Crazy Peter Prattles,If Museveni Wins,I Laugh At Amin etc...

When that time comes dance to the tune of Mokolo Nakokufa,hum to the rythms of John Junior's Nyayala,nod to the lyrics of Testament Ya Bowule and thump your feet to Tres-Impoli song!

When that time comes,praise me not for what I wasn't!Tell it as it were!

When that time comes pamper me not with goodies and niceties;do not do what you couldn't do for me when I needed you most.

When that time comes hire not a hearse and seasoned acrobats to moke a lifeless thing!

When that time comes do not offer my wife and kids the support you couldn't offer at my point of need.

When the gates of oblivion swallow me and I oblige to sink,kindly offer nothing more than your presence and celebrate!

When the dark dungeon engulf me into nothingness do not come clad in black drapings in the name of 'occasion'-put on your Sunday best.

When that time comes,known not when,dance in the name of Adjibidji and Maimouna,Fa Keita et al.

When the dreaded angel visits,for sure he will;allow the products of my dexterous hands have their say as well,do not bombard people with refurbished lies!

When that time comes let my Ihuoma speak,my Mine Boy's Eliza talk and my Maisy chant!

Act out Othello,pull the story of an hour but avoid long exaggerated boring stories.

When that time comes,read not only my euology but my will as well;not only my strengths but my weaknesses as well.

Celebrate in the name of Shakespeare,Longinus and Plato.Cheer in the words of R.S Peters and my role model,Albert Einstein...

When that time comes.....

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