Life is Short

Death – “The end of the life of a person or an organism”

– “The termination of all the biological functions that sustain a living organism”

There are many definitions to describe death. Each one of us probably has a definition of what they think death is. That then possibly gives us 7.3 billion definitions no? However, for me the view point of death that hits home the hardest is that it can be desscribed as the “Imparmanence of one on earth”

Imparmanence! Not permanent! Not perpetual! IMPARMANENT!

I have never really thought about my death day before BUT i do mention the phrase ” Life is Short” every other day. When someone passes on, when I find myself stressing over something and even when I nearly get into an accident because a matatu (Public transport in Kenya) driver somewhere believes he owns the road. Public road! His? How? Why? Maybe let us not get into that before I completely go off topic and begin to fume over these guys. Life is short.

So back to it then….It is indeed short. Fall sick tomorrow and by Sunday there is no more you. Walk out of the house and lose your life because of a reckless driver somewhere Or….You just do not wake up.  I know….I probably sound crude, with no feelings or emotions, insensitive but it is the damn truth. You just might not be tomorrow. We already know this, I just do not know how many of us have this resonating with our being. Fully encompassing its meaning and beginning to think twice about our lives. Are you ready? For a time that you will be no more? For a time they will be no more.

As I slowly direct my thoughts about death, my death, a few minutes every day, I realize the importance of living this dear life I have to the full. With no regrets, no grudges, no stress, no what ifs. No question marks AT ALL!

I highly associate death with that of my mother and for me a big part of its meaning is influenced by her absence. The regrets I have of times that I should have spent with her, of things I should never have said to her and even those that I should have. The feeling of absence there is in the house, her absence. The feeling I get when people talk about how much I resemble her. A feeling that should essentially be a good thing and one that I am proud of , of which I am, but one that brings sad emotions, tears to my eyes. Death. I really hate thinking about death.

However, the fact that I do every day sort of shapes the direction in which I want my life to take. Getting rid of everything that burdens my heart and making ammends.

To live a full life according to me is not only to fulfil the purpose that I was put here to accomplish but with it to ensure that I lived with no burdens. I have decided to let go. I have let go of all grudges that I have ever held with others. I have forgiven and made ammends with those who hurt me. I pray for those who continue to hurt me but I make sure that from my end no hard feelings are harboured against them. I do not want to suffer lest they leave and all I had was hate and anger towards them. I purpose to ensure, that even with inevitable conflict because of our human nature, that the days do not pass by without making any reconciliations.

This life is indeed short and to live it right is essential. To live it stress free. To live it worry free. Make peace with yourself and with others. Do the things that make you happy. Say everything that you feel should be said. Sing even when you canot sing. Dance even if your expertise is in the ” White man moves ” .Love, love so deeply and do not be afraid. Laugh, Laugh out loud until it hurts, laugh until it hurts in your stomach. SMILE 🙂 Make sure that you will be able to say you have no regrets.


When death comes knocking at  your door…..surrender. Give in because you know you have lived your life. Done your part. And now it is time to go home. To be with the almighty. Death should not frighten us….ours and that of others. As long as we have made our impact , positive impact. It is all that matters.

That said….I think I am still scared of death. What if I don’t get enough time to do everything? But that is a story for another day.



Love and Love






  • Mbithe
    3 years ago

    Barbie gal!My flower gal bck in ’03. l do really love your stories…. your Mummy did alot for me as a person. May her soul Rest in peace..Only God knows..

    • 3 years ago

      Mbithe!!! I think i still have my dress from your wedding! I am glad you like the stories and that she was there for you! Stay safe and thanks for reading! 🙂

  • muthiani
    3 years ago

    Good stuff Barbara!!!
    I can relate 110% to your story….
    Keep the positive vibe flowing

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