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  T here were instances when I read about death and the dead yet a 7 minutes fiction story on a beautiful insightful representation from a particular writer under the Granta guise who believed to have a logical explanation using storytelling to illustrate the Death custom was eye-opening. I don't remember her name precisely but she wrote a lot about her character's feelings and she also described their regrets. My take from what have read and also from the happenings around me poked me to write this piece. When someone dies, we mostly react in whatever way our temperament dignifies with specific on how the corpse is related to us. I remember when someone very remarkable perished on my birthday, it was heartbreaking and strangely weird. I collectively nursed the feeling of revulsion,  towards celebrating another. From then on, my birthday became a day, just like any other day. I felt there was no grateful significance for why I should be happy when someone had to die on that da...

  In the past year,  I have listened to a lot of youth talk and rant as the economy is and was. In the past two days, many truths were known and many realizations acknowledged. I remember that moment when I got to admit point-and-click that this place we live in is not a home. Shrugs, we just need to deal with some hard truth that All is Vanity. They say home is where the heart is yet the heart itself is not at peace. Yet, I say again we call that home. Okay, even if God said occupy till I come, really that brought tears to my eyes. Occupy? Really? With what precisely? With the way, times are that to make ends meet is like finding a pin in a stream. Look, I'm just a person saying what I feel, the way I know-how. I'm stressed out with the generalized advice people give but in our down moments and weaknesses, we tend to have the courage to encourage ourselves even when those close to us see differently. So, What do I do to occupy? What does the air do occupying? It's business...