Sad Reality🤯_When you die, It’s your village which will sit and plan your funeral, It’s the village women who will fetch water from the river. They will give their two liters of milk. They will pitch the tents for your funeral. It’s your village mates that will dig your grave. It’s them village boys that will hold the spade and fill your grave. The village women will come the day after to wash utensils and clean up. We, your boys club. We’ll post sentimental posts of how a true friend you were. Create a WhatsApp group & contribute in hundreds & thousands. We will come to your funeral. Some of us will give speeches. Some of us will launch our campaigns.__We will hold a handful soil and drop it down the grave and go wash our hands. Take selfies and caption them; Heaven received an Angel. Go well my friend, I’ll miss you. With your eulogy booklet and a branded water bottle, we will leave before a last prayer is said. The town is far, the rains might fall and the roads are pathetic. We need to get there on time and party to your departure. We will toss to RIP. We’ll kiss your girlfriend and promise her all will be ok. Dear Pretty Human. When you can, Fix your People. Connect homies with jobs. Fix water for them. Support community initiative, school fee here or a medical bill there._*I believe it understand that and again take your time to understand why I believe it©fahdfyad
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