Don’t get excited, It’s the same old story..


One thing I loathe most about funerals is the heartfelt eulogies read, the fresh flowers bought, the monies collected from all over, the off days taken just to send off the deceased, the immediate cancellation of all plans. The diasporan family even make plans to get onto the first plane back home!

Word is transmitted to neighbours and some workmates and the first questions they ask are …“Ndeupi wacho iyeye? aimboita nezvei? hatisi kumurangarira” ( Who exactly passed on? We don’t remember him /her, What is it he /she did for a living?). All of a sudden there is a heightened interest in who they were and what type of living they had…but, that detail doesn’t matter, they still make sure they grace the funeral with their presence, they even join the queue to view the corpse!

On social media, the newsfeed is inundated with outpourings from friends…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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