Mo ranti wọn

I still remember them!

Every now and then, I hear that someone I know has died. Someone I grew up with. Someone who was there during my growing up years.

I recently took account of everyone who was there during those years in the neighborhood I grew up in. I went house by house in my mind and realized many have gone. Only 1 or 2 were people I considered very old, and there were a couple of people I considered too young.

As a believer, I know my death date is written. It may be near, it may be far.

I occasionally tell myself I need to tidy up my affairs. Then tomorrow comes, and I forget I even had that conversation with myself.

So, while you can, take care of your loved ones, especially those you are responsible for. Draw up a will; don’t leave it to chance or relatives. Do something charitable that will outlive you. 

Slow down. 

Love. 

Prepare.

Life is fleeting.

I remember them. For most of them, it never crossed my mind that death was near.

Mo ranti wọn.

I’ve been tempted to have some conversations, but I don’t even know if they are worth it.

Till next time, remember it is not like we are getting out of here alive.

I do hope there’s a next time.

Mo ranti wọn is Yoruba for “I remember them.”