“REST IN PEACE KING COBRA”: The ‘Royal’ Family mourns.

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Will a Good Samaritan kindly embrace Bana Zambia? Only last week did she present a face embedded in elation only to become a weary figure a few days later. Any premonition of this was never in her imagination because after 50 years, optimism was her comforter. Clearly she was never ready for this, clearly she never envisaged this catastrophe. She was always optimistic, but the irony that fate presents you with is now chewing her limbs.

“Were is the hood that covered me these few years, were is my Cobra?” The frantic wails cannot be overlooked. “Who will take care of my children like my King ever did?” Will a Good Samaritan embrace mother Zambia? The tears I see will keep the Victoria Falls running for a while.

Zambian president Michael Sata dies at age 77. Is there no better headlines to wake up to? Why do we lack the power to alter some truths? You can never fathom fully the moment when the sad truth hits you in the face. To tell you that the father who has always been there is no more. No one meets pain and embraces it. It is ever thorny. Bana Zambia is bitter, but tell me, who will not sympathise with a woman widowed twice?

I do not see why Mama Zambia won’t get sentimental about this one. Here is a loss of a man who demonstrated patience and determination in a manner so peaceful. When most easily throw in the towel, the King fought hard for his turn and the most distressing part is he only lived a few years to accomplish his first task. It is important to note that in these few years, a legacy worth celebrating for years to come lies vividly in our vicinity. Who shall not, but praise this King Cobra? His peaceful act in pursuing power remains a global lesson. Whereas power ‘hungry’ filled opposition leaders sought violence to get to their destination, Michael Sata exhibited politics of maturity in his seat of opposition.While in power, he took nonsense from no one. Work or get fired. He is a sempiternal blueprint, an afflatus to every leader.

Thousands of miners’ threatened jobs saved, road networks upgraded, infrastructure developed and upgraded. Ushitasha mwana wandoshi (He who doesn’t appreciate is a wizard’s offspring). If at all the works of MC become apparent to you only after his demise, it is much better than being unappreciative at all. Pragmatically, no one is perfect. This nation can only be changed overtime and MC has contributed immensely to the change that paves way for development. The imagination of what more works our father could have carried out had he completed his terms of office really drives the ‘royal’ family into mourning, because of a fear of being deprived of a great vision he carried.

A melancholic tune engrosses the ears of Bana Zambia. However, it is time for her to salute a real soldier. He that fought a good fight deserved the recognition, the praise the respect. We reflect on the death of our president. A man who was humble enough to attend ordinary people’s funerals. Today, it is the turn of both the ordinary and the ‘eminent’ to give a standing ovation to the King Cobra. Today we sing an anthem of love and appreciation. Today and forever do we remember King Cobra.

This cloud is too dark, but in everything we hope to see the illumination at the end of the tunnel believing the spirit of our departed leader watches over us. We thank God for the life of MC and for the leadership He allowed him: as all leadership comes from God.

We pray that the vision of our late president be continued and ask for no room for wrangles. We pray that whoever succeeds MC puts a smile on the resting soul of our president and also on us. The bar, however, has been raised too high because MC was really a workaholic. Even in times of illness, he worked for us all, he never gave up- he never resigned. It is very sad for Zambia to lose a president for the second time. Sata is someone we all have loved. The one president whose election into office resulted into an overwhelming episode of a boisterous Zambia. MC was a man the majority Zambians wanted, and to us God gave and from us He has taken. It is painful to imagine, but we are here. Baba, we shall miss your voice that was easily mimicked (“corruption, I am sorry”) and your sense of humour during your campaign sessions.

It is now time for the King Cobra to rest after a faithful fight and all we can say is “REST IN PEACE MICHAEL CHILUFYA SC”, we will forever miss and love you.

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SHADES OF DEATH

Every day I feel death is smiling. Mocking humanity because it is more ‘productive’ than any of us. Every day I feel death looks at humanity like a flower quickly fading.

With all the great men it took away, the pride in his eyes the blind see.
How R.I.P has become more of a word than an abbreviation.
Saying “RIP I will miss you” like we are so sure for a long time we’ll be in this generation.

We cry for others but not for ourselves. When those we buried will never cry for us.
Are we afraid we may get on the same bus? Or is humanity finally generous? To be sorry for one that just found peace?
Or we see him say I am coming for you next in his hiss?

He seems distant at times until we see him on the news bragging of how he swallowed hundreds.
He must be really contaminated because he swallows any kind.

Maybe death lives in our hearts? How when the commander said “fire”, death fed on thousands.
You will see me on the balcony of the earth weeping. Yes! I just cried for the thousands.
I am like an ant on an Indian street. Yes.

The old man says “son have no pride for even the proud sleep in a soiled duvet today”.

Is death ashamed when one’s not afraid of him? Or is he impressed with the depressed man that called on him? All we know is he still took him away. They say he who never talks about death is a coward, but death kissed both the coward and the supposedly hero anyway.

For what separates a killer by sword and a killer by word?
For we die and kill every day
What if you were told you were to die a day after your birthday? Imagine the emotion that would foster?
Think of the cancer patient living on the words of his doctor. “Get your affairs in order. You have approximately 3 to 6 months before your heart lays still”. How did Steve Jobs feel?

I think we should make peace with death, because it is just a reminder that we have one lifetime. A lifetime to pursue the most important goals, live the cherished moments with our loved ones, smile and laugh hard, make peace not war, create and not hate, clothe and not loathe so that when time comes to shake hands with death, it was money well spent
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Never forget that whenever you walk through the shades of death, He who death fears watches over you. Just watch everything you do.