What If I Die? Poem by Asaolu Abayomi

WHAT IF I DIE?
One person will confirm
Many will wail
Many will mourn
A few will plan
Soon my physical
All gone out of sight
Shortly my abode
Six feet below will be

WHAT IF I DIE?
Few would skip meal
But how long can they?
My media walls will be flooded
By sympathies
Even they that hate me live
I will become friend to all
I will be good to all suddenly

WHAT IF I DIE?
A minute will be enough for me
Sure my place of worship will be sober
same as my work place
Tears will gush out of some eyes
My space may even dread a few
My secret achievement
They will surely talk about

WHAT IF I DIE?
Mallam will be sad
He wouldn't buy from me again
Chai!
He will surely lament
Meat sellers
Market women
My tailor
My barber
All will shake head in pity


WHAT IF I DIE?
Those who refuse meal will eat one day
My media page will soon be forgotten
My true mourners will do just once a year
That if not forget forever
My pastor will preach on
My department will function
Someone will fill my space
The market will not be shut
My barber will not shutdown
My Tailor will sow on
May even sow my last wear

WHAT IF I DIE?
Then I will be alone
Wondering where I am
Asking questions
Seeking answers
Dawned with reality
Hopeful i gain life
Praying I avoided eternal pain.

WHAT IF I DIE?
where will I go?
Will my living speak good of me?
Will my mistake send me to condemnation?
What if I die?
I will rather prepare to live on forever
Lest I fall into condemnation
What if I die?