On July 11, 2021, the world received news of Olanrewaju Abdul–Ganiu Fasasi a.k.a Sound Sultan’s passing. This writer’s mind was filled with mixed feelings. Grief was chief among my feelings. I suppose many did too.
You see, everytime we hear news of death, an unexplainable introspection hits us. We remember it’ll one day be our turn. As the reality that our whole existence will then be in the minds of others or get forgotten, it breaks our heart . We query the very meaning of a life which eventually us to death and the [crazy] unending cycle that it is. It confuses us, still. We’re left with even more questions. Death becomes something we do not fear, or in another instance, maintain faux bravehood. To that end, we resolve to live life —not exist, but, live. Eat right, be kinder, spend more time with family, be more intentional about love (receive and give it), laugh innocently, travel —whatever made us happy, we would do it. We will create more beautiful memories now, do all the things we were scared off, and go about everyday as though it were our last. Simply living in the moments and wholly enjoying them.