Bitter realities of life
My house is about to be locked on the 30th of this month just because I was not able to raise rent. I post it on Facebook seeking help, I get 2 likes & zero comments.
So, l send 100 messages to my contact list requesting for a loan of shs. 350K. Sadly only 10 people reply. 6 out of the 10 are claiming they can’t help. The 4 who can help tell me to wait till they go to the bank the next day. 1 of the 3 sends the money and the other 3 never pick up when I call then. Yesterday I reached home and the door was locked.
I have no where to sleep. I walk in the dark seeking options and sadly goons meet me. Fast forward & the next day current issue that broadcasters feel warrants the interruption of scheduled programming is I am dead.
1500 people post on my wall how they knew me. How great I was. A committee is formed by my loyal friends. Friends contribute 6,000,000/= to feed guests at my funeral.
My workmates team up and bring another 600k for a coffin, tents and chairs.
I am buried in a coffin worth 450k but since they purchase it in haste they meet a cartel who middle mans it and sells it to them at 1.2M.
Relatives meet again and it is a rare occasion for them to meet. For my send off, they collect an extra shs. 3,500, 000/=.
Everyone wants to volunteer in order to appear they are helping. Youth print t-shirts with my image, each T-Shirt costs sh. 30,000/=. The 400 youth all pay, so the T-shirt man gets Sh. 1,200, 000/= profit from my death.
Everyone wants to speak at my funeral. There is drama all over from people who never knew how l survived. Rumours fly in the air about how I was murdered by my friends. People blame my successful relative as having sacrificed me. Speeches are made on how talented I was even if none of them attended any of my events. The few friends who supported me don’t get chance to speak at my funeral even if they know the Truth. In fact, they are prime suspects in my death.
STOP! Show people Love now before they are gone instead of at their burial.
CALL people while they are still here and can pick up the call.
KATO MOSES RUGASIRA